Kris in Circlejerkboys Karamel Heat August 25, 2006 Gay Porn

Close cropped hair, hard bodied, caramel skinned, blinged and inked, Kris is just the kind of 23 year old exotic Latin mix that Miami is famous for. There is an effortless sexiness to Kris; there is a highly effective seductive caliber of a guy so comfortable in his own skin he is supremely confident without an ounce of conceit. Though clearly not unaware of his charm, he owns it with the quiet restraint of a man who has it going and has nothing he feels he must prove. Slowly and deliberately, he rids himself of his clothing to display his tight shaved smooth, deeply tanned chest and flat stomach. Kris then slides one leg up, one leg and peels aside his sleeves like he’s giving us a personal invitation to come only a little closer to where no man has gone before.The ridges in his belly are sharply defined because he kicks his trousers off and conducts on the fingertip up and down the length of the swelling bulge in his boxer briefs, almost as if he´so accepting our dare to wake up the sleeping giant within. The gaze from these deep brown eyes is almost hypnotic and as he pulls a finger to his mouth down to his nipple, then we could find his lips are high, soft, deep and incredibly kissable; perhaps not what you ordinarily associate with the mouth of a straight man at all. When he rolls over and starts humping the mattress, offering us a glimpse of that handsome athletic buttocks flexing, clearly he´s back into his part. When he rolls over and prick sticks right up in the atmosphere, he gifts the element we’re more than prepared to get more familiar with and once more, Kris does something however disappoint.Working his nips once more, he stands and the camera pans up, seeing that today throbbing cock dance by itself between those deeply etched angel wings shaped from the outline of his inaugural´s. Squatting on the floor, his balls sway between his thighs with a strand of precum extending out from the head of his cock to his fingertip as though he has his thumbs on a gun ready to fire. Standing upon the sofa, his sack not tight and prick fully recline, he lays down again, spreads his legs wide and with a nipple in 1 hand and throbbing meat at the other, he lets out a burst that comes in to landing up between his pecs and trails down to this dark bush, leaving thick white footsteps all across the way.