Angel Rock offers living, sweaty proof that a man's best friend is...his hand...while basking in the California sunshine. His compact body is convex in all the right places, covered with barely clipped dark hair, and muscled from collarbone to calves. His bright yellow swim trunks and towel are the perfect complement to his tan. When he grabs his fully engorged cock in both fists, you get a better idea of its size: two hands can't contain it. Dripping sweat and lube, Angel jacks off to beat the band, fucking the air, fingering his hole, and climaxing with bursts of spooge that puddle on his tummy
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