Suddenly, everything went silent, and my senses could only see that man who was walking to the edge of the pool. It wasn't just his big body, his protruding belly, or the gray hairs that populated his beard, but what he was carrying in his crotch. 2.5 pounds of d*ck hung in his swimsuit: a tiny red thong that barely covered that huge piece of meat. His balls stuck out of that fabric that struggled to keep all that weight covered. For a moment I looked around and could notice the sidelong glances when I saw such a beast walking with that hanging. My little d*ck pushed the fabric of the swimsuit without any result, begging to be touched. I needed to relax but where could I do it?
brendito
2025-02-06 02:03:22 +0000 UTC