Why can’t Legrand Wolf ever be my doctor, dammit? I’ve always had a fantasy of an examination crossing the line, but I’ve never had any doc look even close to Legrand (who would give me instant wood the moment I walked into his office).
Trading asses. Spurting sophomores. Shooting soldiers and buff beefcake.
Sex clubs. Fresh fuckers. Towering cocks. And creaming soldiers.
There’s a fresh scene over at Dominic Ford (the first in a while after some super old recycled porn from defunct studios got rolled out over there the last month or so), and it features muscle god Angelo. Sorry, Just Angelo.
