Sun-kissed blonde hair and skin, lip ring, tats from shoulder to shoulder along with a leer consisting of half a grin and half of a sneer at exactly the identical time, Henry looks exactly like what he’s: a California skater man searching for a fantastic moment. He does not have his shirt on for long, because he really loves displaying that ink. Nevertheless, the real prize lies beneath the belt. Ten inches of thick, white trim meat that soft is striking, but when tough, this chin breaker will certainly clean out the tonsils of anybody courageous enough to attempt to consume this creature. He wastes no time digging into his trousers to give his meat some breathing room. With a salami of these epic proportions; it requires all the room it can get.Henry has a broncos Long Horn inked his navel. For once this is truth in marketing, because the term suspended like a bull has rarely been this accurate moniker. With a casual one-handed stroke, then it looks like the head of his cock will brush against his nipple as he strokes away at the meat with all the nonchalance that just somebody this well-hung might possess. Since he melts back, that meat points straight in the ceiling like the Eiffel Tower or the Washington Monument. At times, he seems as transfixed by the perspective of the cock as we are, at a mix of pride at what he is packaging with a touch of astonishment yes, it really is that fucking big.Henry practically frees the lens using that shaft, as if he wants to be certain that there is a record of every vein of the fat meat, before showing off those balls which are that the matched-set of oversize baby-makers that a slab of beef this large should possess. As he finally kicks off his jeans, we see in the trimmed, gold fuzz at the base that Henry actually is a natural blonde. He pulls that meat down like he’s, pardon the expression, cocking a pistol, and if he lets it go, the resounding thwap it gets since it slaps back against his stomach echoes just as a gun shot. As he stands, the perspective looking up, above these unbelievably complete, heavy-hanging balls down the entire length of the shaft, is like performing a aerial fly-over of a wonder of nature. Lying back on the sofa with the most mischievous smile on that face, Henry does a one-handed ship off to the pent-up load in those balls and sends out a spray of jizz around that tattooed tummy.
