Dave Giles has been told he has a “pretty decent sized” dick and he’s pretty good at sex by former girlfriends. He’s slouched down on my couch today and seems pretty confident about his ability to get the job done on camera. His medium length dishwater hair is slicked back and his face is framed by some heavy scruff. His thick arms stick out from his tank top and there’s a peek of a tattoo showing on his ribs. Once he starts to unveil the bulge in his pants, I can tell that he’s not lying about the size of his manhood. He glances at me with his crystal blue eyes and whips it out through the fly of his grey boxer briefs. The pink tip of his schlong is swollen as he begins to pet it with vigorous strokes. As it stiffens further, his balls tighten up and hug the base of it. I get down low as he peels off his undies to get a closeup view of them in between his meaty white thighs. A small patch of pubic hair rests above his shaft and tickles his thumb on the downstroke. Stripping off his tank top reveals a taut swimmer’s build with barely any body hair to be seen. As he rolls over onto his stomach to hump my sofa cushions, I spy a great shot of his smooth round ass cheeks. He finally settles in comfortably and starts beating his meat vigorously until it starts to spew white droplets all over his chest and stomach. He bites his lower lip as he quietly convulses with pleasure.