Updated on : 2005-06-25 |
When it came to fire off his load, he looked at the camera and said “You like it...open your mouth!” That's far from the usual low moan we are used to hearing and gives you an idea of how Papi played to the camera like a fiddle and played with that thick seven inch, veiny bloated sausage like the fine instrument it is. 26 years old, part time personal trainer and full time Casanova, has “brick shit house” wide shoulders, a solid stomach with a smattering of dark hair down the center, a pair of fine, tan globes set off by that sexy thong tan line. He doesn't just make eye contact or even speak into the camera, he talks in a manner as if the lens was a person and he has the seduction on the full setting. The way his meaty arms flex as he works that dick, drawing your attention to what true tower of manhood it is, set off by a pair of truly egg sized balls that stretch the skin of his sack making it seems like they would be perfectly suited to dancing on your tongue...if you could open your mouth wide enough to accommodate something to big and heavy. Those balls get red and make their journey up as he finally sprays out a creamy loud that does homage to those oversized baby makers they came from.