Flynn

Hose Master, don't retirn to the scene of the crime.

Asks for donation upfront after you enter an apartment that looks like was struck by Hurricane Ida. Unstable but cute Mexican, I won't go back.

Purely therapeutic?

What frightens me is that all along, Boeing insisted that the 737 MAX was safe to fly. It clearly was not. So how in the world should or could anyone believe them now when they state they are "updating the system to make it less powerful while it will install a modified version when the Max returns to service."

I can't stop panting. Being schtupped by a brown guy while he wears a wife beater and silver chain, I am weak too BN. What was the legal paperwork in SA about???

So he does send more pictures than what he posted in his ad.

These videos are great. Where can I get a compliant escort to re-enact what is shown here. My usual trick is doing a government sponsored vacation. https://www.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=ph58d896c506f7b https://www.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=ph583eca5cee5b5

More Latin sexcapades, hope there's more urinal action. (I am an young cottager ) Benj, that new hair do of yours???? The blond surferboy motif was better.

Unfortunatly, I only know one escort that will do MedFet. Any suggestions?

I "heart" MedFet!

I will compliment you too Benj! Let's do a hot menage with Noah, those reviews you wrote drive me cray cray.

I've seen a 'guy' advertise as "Bonus Hole Luke", says he has 3 holes you can poke!

In a Houston bath house poking some kid in sling, having your butt crack spread open by unknown peeps? Gotta hand it to Benj, and after flying for 20 hours. Hot ! Hot! Hot!

Benj is back, hotter than ever! His recent sexcapade in Club Houston after flying for 20 hours, wish I was the 20 year old in that sling.

Well, I am impatient! I rooted around here and found this gem, a hot & hypothetical review of Benj. White hot! Benjamin showed up at my hotel room at the agreed upon time. I opened my door to find a tall strawberry-blond guy standing there. He was wearing a dirty, torn, white Jockey tanktop, a pair of tight 501s, blue and white Nike sneakers and a pair of Rayban sunglasses. I offered him my hand as a greeting and his took my hand in his large, rough hand and squeezed mine just a little too tight. Right then I knew I was in the presence of a man. He grunted, “Nice to meet you.” He walked into the room with a swagger that wasn’t cocky but rather told me that he was in charge. I offered him something to drink and in response, he walked up to me, took my throat in his large rough hand, put his face close to mine and said: “There’s only one thing I want” and then pressed his lips to mine – hard. From that point on, the memory is a large carnal blur, pocked with flashes of ecstasy: The moment I tore his jeans open to release his rock hard cock whose head was already smeared with precum. Pulling his ass cheeks open, him putting his hand on the back of my head and pushing my face and tongue into his hole that was dusted with fine blond hair. Him pinning my wrists back as he slid his cock into me for the first time. Benjamin slapping my face when I begged him to not hammer my ass so hard. And then fucking me even harder. Me almost cumming. Him pulling out before I shoot. Grabbing me by the hair and throwing me down on the floor. Him standing above me. Straddling me. His cock pointing to the ceiling. Him lowering himself down onto my cock. More blur. I see him riding up and down on my cock. His hard cock slapping against me as he goes up and down. His hands are working his nipples. His head is back. His breathing is deep and guttural. Moans. Oh god. His abs tense. Up and down. Faster. He screams: “You fucking bitch cunt faggot!” He looks into my eyes. He spits in my face. His body convulses. Without touching himself, his cock erupts with five massive spurts of cum that splash me in the face. My wrists are pinned behind my head. He licks the cum off my face. Blur. His foot is at my throat. I hear a command to cum. I do. The world goes dark. When I finally come back to reality, Benjamin is dressed, sitting in the corner, smoking a Marlborough (he obviously doesn't know it's a No Smoking room - or doesn't care). He smiles at me a smile that says: “you liked it, didn’t you bitch?” I wearily smile back. He gets up, walks to the dresser, takes the envelope with his money. I try to sit up, say “I’d like to give you a tip.” He walks over, squats next to me, kisses me hard on the lips and says: “YOU are my tip.” Then leaves.