Falcon Studios: Snow Packed - Jackson Taylor & Angel Rock - Tahoe

Angel Rock and Jackson Taylor are out enjoying the wintry views of Tahoe when a snowstorm sends them scurrying to the lodge. What better way to warm up than to share body heat? Angels hairy gymnasts pecs practically burst out of his shirt when Jackson unbuttons it. Jackson is all contrasts: darker, slender and smooth. His slim body moves rhythmically as he and Angel smooch. Angels cock is poised for action, defying gravity as it rises and bobs in response to Jacksons lip, teeth and tongue at his nipples. Angels cock is a work of art long, curved and uncut. As fat as Jacksons wrist. You wonder how Jackson makes it disappear down his throat. When Angel leans back on the sofa, Jackson straddles his face like a saddle, spreading his tight, smooth butt. Angels tongue quickly finds the soft, tender hole. He makes Jacksons two tight handfuls of ass quiver and tremble. Grasping Jacksons tiny waist in two hands, Angel guides him to his waiting cock. Penetration is instant. Jackson takes charge, swiveling and gyrating his hips to stimulate every square inch of his hungry fuck chute. In a breathless climax, Jackson sprays cum wildly across his thighs and torso, triggering a thick ball-basting from Angel.

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Handsome, furry daddy Lance Navarro has obviously done this before, as attested to by the feats of genital abuse you are about to witness. Lance stretches the head of his cock, spreading the hole and revealing the Prince Albert hole just below. Then he inches his little finger into the tip before grabbing a fat sounding rod and dropping it in. The steel sinks to within an inch of its length with no further pressing or pushing, and Lance coaxes it to disappear by gently manipulating his shaft and tapping the exposed tip of the sound. Further gentle stroking of his cock makes the sound advance and retreat, as if defying gravity. Lance swaps that sound for one with ridges, then for a silicon nail that’s at least 12 inches long, which he makes disappear entirely. There’s a bar table about a foot away, with a bottle of Jameson’s on it. Lance pours himself three stiff shots, then grabs the thickest sounding rod of them all, driving is home as if fucking his penis to a thick and creamy, erupting release.

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