Wrex Wylde
The Punchy Proctologist
The Punchy Proctologist
The Punchy Proctologist
He stands six-two and weighs one-thirty-five, all long lines and zero fat. Swimmer’s build, skin smooth and pale, the kind that shows every flush. Blue eyes cut through the low light. Blond hair falls across his forehead, damp at the tips. Seven inches hang cut and heavy between his legs. He takes it. No hesitation, no questions. Just open and ready.
He stands six-two and weighs one-thirty-five, all long lines and zero fat. Swimmer’s build, skin smooth and pale, the kind that shows every flush. Blue eyes cut through the low light. Blond hair falls across his forehead, damp at the tips. Seven inches hang cut and heavy between his legs. He takes it. No hesitation, no questions. Just open and ready.