Richard Pyror

Richard sighed with blissful relief, his head rolling back, chin tilting up wards the ceiling. The sound of wet squelching was heard behind the countertop, though it wasn't quite obvious unless one was looking directly over it, or was with him behind the counter, as to what he was doing. As he held a glass and towel in his hands, in the middle of cleaning out some mugs, he had hit a particularly pleasurable spot on his fat, stinking, huge, filthy cock as it pumps in and out of the silicone fleshlight that had been secured and installed into the wood of the countertop on his side of the bar. His sensitive, nearly fist sized cockhead smearing it's pungent, sour pre-cum along the squeaky silicone walls. He had just found the perfect angle that gave him a lot of pleasure, he had been idly fucking his favorite toy for a few hours now. His balls, and the base of his cock were a near frothing mess of spent, old, now rotting sperm. The way his heavy, wrinkled, hairy balls clap and slop up against the silicone labia was so disgustingly obscene, it had him getting close again. But even so, Richard was a sweet man, a kind man, he wasn't the kind of male who had aggressively loud orgasms.