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Staying at a pervy gay guesthouse in Ft. Lauderdale the weekend of Sept. 21 and 22 for late night group boning on the pool deck, porn, poppers, toys, party, etc.  Love breeding fuckhole in front of a horny audience stroking their cocks. Love walking around naked with a silicone sound jammed down rock hard my cock and 6" of it flipping around out of my piss slit.   Wanna play?

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15 hours ago, sfsfpozpoz said:

good on you for real, being with dudes is pretty fuckin awesome. did you like getting fucked?  and of course most guys on here are very poz and want to poz other guys. hell i would try if you let me slide in bare. you fuck with younger guys too?

Queers are consumed with pleasure. The idea that a horse hung gay pervert would not disclose status in order to go raw with a young but legal boy....turns me the fuck on!

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I wish I was milking homo honey from queer penis. Struck out at the gay bar. The price for my failure is gay pervert service!

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Guest cutekylexx

Sounds great out by the pool making  Hot video getting breeded

im iess than a mile away

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