Dean is a 39-year-old Colombian vessel mechanic that was in the town for the International Boat Show in Florida. It is not hard to envision him in a set of blue coveralls, a thick mat of chestnut-brown chest hair spilling from the open zipper at the top, the blue fabric clinging to the round curves of that meaty, round buttocks from the rear, and at the front, a thick lump of flesh dangling down the leg. Although he says he is happily single with a couple girls for regular relief, there’s a sexual edge for his gaze that made us believe that he could be more open to answering booty calls by a broader variety of prospective partners than he initially let on.This may be Deans first foray below the camera, but the leering smile says it all without uttering a word; he cannot wait to get on with the show of getting away. He peels off his top as one hand slips within his well-packed jeans. On flip side, we detect for the first time a gleaming band of gold. Appears Dean has not told us his entire story, but once more, actions speak louder than words as he turns his back, enriches his jeans, and can be almost instantaneously at full mast. As he turns into the side, the camera stands every fur-covered inch of his torso past that thick bush and round the base of his now throbbing penis. Again, no words are essential. The strands of precum clinging to his fingertips as he pulls his hands away speak for themselves.Sprawled back into his seat, his sack pulled up tight between his hairy thighs, his penis up and throbbing against the fur-covered terrain of his stomach, Dean is the blue collar wet fantasy beckoning you to attempt to offer him as much pleasure because he’s offering himself. Grabbing those nuts like a grip to show the somewhat curved shaft into the best benefit, he holds it out just like a invitation by moving into the ground and furiously jacking off until he delivers his very own white R.S.V.P.
