Kevin Scott
Kevin Scott enters the screen like a storm about to break. Two scenes on the label. One in Powerhole, one in Fist for Hire 2. Hairy daddies circle him, hungry. He drops to his knees and takes big cocks down his throat, then turns to offer his own for the same hungry mouths. Mack Kurtis and Mark Evrett work him open, fists sinking deep, the stretch brutal and slow. Every thrust makes his hole swallow deeper. He moans, panting, cumshots landing across his hairy chest as the camera lingers on every inch of used flesh. Tension coils through every second he’s on screen.
Kevin Scott
Kevin Scott enters the screen like a storm about to break. Two scenes on the label. One in Powerhole, one in Fist for Hire 2. Hairy daddies circle him, hungry. He drops to his knees and takes big cocks down his throat, then turns to offer his own for the same hungry mouths. Mack Kurtis and Mark Evrett work him open, fists sinking deep, the stretch brutal and slow. Every thrust makes his hole swallow deeper. He moans, panting, cumshots landing across his hairy chest as the camera lingers on every inch of used flesh. Tension coils through every second he’s on screen.
