Laith Inkley Calms an Anxious Jackson Traynor with his Cock
Bummed by the harassment he’s getting from some creeper text asshole, Jackson Traynor is consoled by roomie Laith Inkley.
Bummed by the harassment he’s getting from some creeper text asshole, Jackson Traynor is consoled by roomie Laith Inkley.
Woozy and light-headed, Shawn Mason is lucky Jackson Traynor found him passed out on the trail. In that situation, one is statistically much more likely to be eaten by a ravenous band of raccoons than to be rescued by a hunky, helpful hand.
Elusive Michael Jackman has evaded capture, escaping from the interrogation room, and now he’s close to getting out of the country and away from the law.
The reality is, iPhones make consumption of honest-to-goodness real-fuckin-sex truly attainable. Not to mention the possibility of getting caught in public places.
Ripped cutie Shane Jackson and chiseled hunk Wesley Woods have hired a new manny, Aspen
There’s something about Johnny Rapid taking cock up his ass that transcends the whole “Gay for Pay” thing. I’m not questioning his sexuality.
When the photographer asked Jackson Traynor and Michael Del Ray what their best were, left or right, Jackson had a different answer, “inside”. Inside Michael Del Ray that is.
The open house’s realtor remains off screen. But we hear her thought bubble anyway: “Are you guys raw-dogging? Right in front of my dishwasher?”
Foreign fuckers. College capers. Fuck trains, big dicks, newbies, and flippers.
Dalton Briggs and Ty Thomas run an extended fuck train that leaves everyone spent and Paul and Jackson creamed and loaded.