Close cropped hair bodied, caramel blinged, skinned and inked, Kris is the sort of 23 year-old Latin combination that Miami is renowned for. There is an sexiness into Kris; there’s a caliber of a man in his own skin he is supremely confident with no ounce of conceit. Though clearly not oblivious of his appeal, he owns it using all the restraint of a guy who has nothing that he believes he has to prove and has it going. He rids himself of his clothes to display his shaved deeply tanned chest and flat stomach. Kris then slides up one leg, one leg and peels apart his jeans like he’s offering us a personal invitation to come only a little closer to where no man has gone before.The ridges inside his belly are sharply defined because he kicks off his trousers and runs on fingertip up and down the length of the swelling bulge in his boxer briefs, almost like hes accepting our dare to wake the sleeping giant within. The gaze out of these deep brown eyes is almost hypnotic and since he brings a finger to his mouth then down to his nipple, so we can view his lips are full, soft, deep and incredibly kissable; perhaps not exactly what you ordinarily associate with all the mouth of a straight man in any respect. If he rolls over and begins humping the bed, giving us a peek of that buttocks flexing that is fine , clearly hes back into his element. When he rolls over and cock sticks right up in the air, he gifts the element we’re ready to get more familiar with and once again, Kris does something however disappoint.Working his nips once again, he stands and the camera pans upward, seeing that today throbbing cock dance on its own between these profoundly etched angel wings formed from the outline of his obliques. Squatting on the floor, his balls sway using a strand of precum extending out into his fingertip from the head of his cock as if he’s his horn on a weapon ready to shoot between his thighs. Standing upon the couch, his sack not tight and prick fully rebounds, he lays down again, spreads his legs wide and using a nipple in 1 hand and that throbbing meat at the other, he lets out a blast that comes in for landing up between his pecs and paths down to this dark bush, leaving thick white footsteps all along the way.
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