What I wouldn’t give to have Samuel Colt as my captive for the weekend. And Alex Marte is equally hot, hunky and dirty. Maybe I should tie them up and take turns fucking their big, beefy asses…
I think I just came.
What I wouldn’t give to have Samuel Colt as my captive for the weekend. And Alex Marte is equally hot, hunky and dirty. Maybe I should tie them up and take turns fucking their big, beefy asses…
I think I just came.
Speaking of cheesy porn dialogue, this is really how it should be done.
“You can relax. I think we’re going to need a little bit more time,” says the marriage counselor, hand up to the wife, as the husband blows him and dramatic music builds in the background.
Nice.
As much as I love cheesy porn dialog, it almost interferes with this scene from Malpractice. It’s a good thing we have hung, ripped studs Dean Flynn and Ty Roderick to keep us on the dirty gay track…
I have a weakness for chiseled Australian men with dark features (hello, Hugh Jackman). So you can imagine the flood of boner juice pouring down my pant leg when I laid eyes on Rogan Richards.
Too bad he claims to be only a dom top. That muscle ass and the way he moves it, looks like he’d make a great bottom!
Kind of a ridiculous setup, but it still was a dirty gay pleasure to watch Spencer Reed force-fuck Cavin Knight in their business suits.
Knight may not be my type, but he made a reasonably good (and loud) victim.
And Reed in a suit? Woof.
Maybe it was the contrast in accents, or more likely attitudes, but for some reason Ben Brown seemed a little out of place in this scene with Alex Marte and Axel Brooks.
He just didn’t seem sophisticated enough to be having dirty gay suit sex with a couple of anonymous Spanish muscle men in the hallway of a fake upscale hotel.