I almost always refuse to shoot guys who are couples. Too much emotional baggage, hidden land-mines. But these two guys are different. I’ve got a real soft spot for chronic bud-worshipers (and these guys are wake-n-bakers of the first water). And I’ll always jump at the chance just to look at DJ. This is one of the finest specimens of manhood I know of today. I’d be happy just watching him breathe, much less get fucked.
They’re lit out of their minds, yes. And they show you exactly how they pleasure each other on those long hot afternoons out on their little farm in the Santa Cruz mountains.
I’ve never been one to say that porn should be heart-warming. But here’s the exception.
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