Mike James looks every inch the perfect boy next door – a young man who’s never had a dirty thought in his life! But, as anyone who’s seen him in action now knows, nothing could be further from the truth. So it’s no surprise that he immediately takes advantage of the unexpected arrival of a young black man (Fabian Baptiste) at his West Indian villa. Somewhat naively, the visitor thinks he has a chance of selling some cell phones he’s obtained somewhere; but (as soon as it becomes obvious) James hasn’t the slightest interest in typing equipment.
What he is interested in, however, is what Baptiste has stashed in his pants – and, given the thick, fleshy monster that finally emerges from the confines of his visitor’s crotch, it’s not a goddamn; wonder! For who in their right mind could turn a blind eye to this oversized wand? Not a James character type, that’s for sure; as he eagerly strives to suck in every magnificent inch of flesh Baptiste has to offer. Not that a boy like him would settle for a simple blowjob-as nice as that on such a monstrous offering!
Indeed, this boy isn’t happy until he’s sitting on that giant whopper and riding it for all it’s worth, taking every fucking; inch like the fucking dick he’s always been! No doubt about it, James is well and truly skewered; knocked within an inch of his existence, before Baptiste crushes the boy’s ass to the brim. This leaves James to work on his own repressed load, finally calling it a wrap!
