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It was a little over a year ago after we first met a hot fighter with two or three tats Mario, a smooth body and a delicious slab of cock. Mario is that rare type of heart breaker that is effortlessly macho and can be blessed with the capacity to deliver some of the nastiest filthy talk we have heard as if it’s the most casual of conversations. That’s something which remains unchanged during the previous year and though the face is at least as handsome and that cock equally as big and thick and famished, the body between has been changed into a pumped, ripped canvas of what perfect muscularity is all about: perfectly balanced, incredibly lean and built to prominence with no developed. He opens his shirtshowing off the deep ridges of his buttocks, as his hands continue and catch that already swollen cock in his pants from testimony to the fact our Man Mario is much from only all speak, but ready for action.Our Latin Casanova stares right into the camera with those heavy brown bedroom eyes, reaching in his shorts and rubbing that place right under his balls, commenting on how good his personal touch is which makes him feel. He lies on the sofa, his cock starting to swell under that dark bush that is alluring and steps from his shorts. His balls hang low between those thighs and are both hairless and dark. A hand over Mario and hand purposeful caresses is rock hard, slapping his beef against his belly. With lusty moans, he rubs his pecs and nips while maintaining a stroke that is tight onto his dick. Pump it. . .ya got to pump it difficult! That is 1 man who knows how to coax every ounce of pleasure from his prick and as he spreads his legs wide and squeezes once again under his balls, we cannot help but wonder if he does not have some untapped pleasure zones on the reverse side too. Lying on his stomach, lifting his ass is a sight to behold. Mario even reaches back and slaps his own ass cheeks, and ever so quickly spreads them open, letting his finger trick quickly graze across the opening as if he wasn’t convinced we’d detect or more likely, most deliberately, knowing just how much it would turn us to see a straight man flirting with the sensation of his hole. He stares right into the camera, flashing his tongue, then starts to pound away at his penis, until the mind is blood red, his balls are swollen and his legs he awakens.