Is This The Most Perfect Ass?
As if God himself carved a marble sphere, sliced it down the middle to create a pair of semicircular mounds of milky-white muscular perfection, dusted each half ever-so-lighty with a smattering of golden hair and — as a final touch — charged it with a magnet-like electricity that’s drawing in on my tongue.
On the wider shot, you can see the red ponytail. By now, readers of this blog should recognize it as belonging to James Jamesson; this time he’s peforming for Cocksure Men, a wholly appropriate moniker for the unflappable top with a body of pure alabaster.
He’s pounding DJ Mann, a relative unknown dark-hued performer with curly locks and a fat uncut piece that — while impressive — will have to wait for another scene to show us what it’s capable of. Can Mr. Mann even comprehend the gift he’s about to receive?