as we all know, Tarzan never masturbates. To him, his seed is the sacred property of the Jungle God. But he's a guy, and when he got the call into this dangerous, all-male territory his cock rose a little. His balls were packed, and combat was the only way he knew of unloading without touching himself. So he put on his briefest loin cloth, which was a red rag to a bull for other guys. It left little to the imagination, and said Cocky, Confident, Try Me, I've Got It All You Loser. So yeah, he got what he asked for - attack, submission, punishment. Male knuckles smacking the fucking spunk out of him. Every guy's dream. A big warm punchbag full of milk
as we all know, Tarzan never masturbates. To him, his seed is the sacred property of the Jungle God. But he's a guy, and when he got the call into this dangerous, all-male territory his cock rose a little. His balls were packed, and combat was the only way he knew of unloading without touching himself. So he put on his briefest loin cloth, which was a red rag to a bull for other guys. It left little to the imagination, and said Cocky, Confident, Try Me, I've Got It All You Loser. So yeah, he got what he asked for - attack, submission, punishment. Male knuckles smacking the fucking spunk out of him. Every guy's dream. A big warm punchbag full of milk
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