Six loads of cum much to take, especially your first time, and Colt Waters knows about it! Colt nervous and worried. A gang of guys lap faster around him, like a shark with a taste of fresh ******. They call in, saying that they would take care of the Colt. Laughter and teasing erupts overhead as the camera focuses on the face of the Colt. He obviously was not put at ease. And who could blame him? This cock-pack team horny bastards came here to come out, and they're not leaving til Colt is every last drop of his sperm on his face! Ryan Lynch starts talking shit immediately, allowing Colt know it's time to start sucking cock. Christopher only adds to the tease, towering over all of its missiles, ready in his hand. Max Morgan is more interested in how to suck his cock, you make a call. While Philip, Troy and Brent look about as patient as wolves with sharp knives! These boys are not wasting any time, and do not hesitate throwing their clothes. So much the better for Colt, to get a good look at what they're packing, up-close and personal! Colt Ryan is engaged in the first place, because, as we all know, the squeaky wheel gets the first blowjob. Christopher Colt grabs junk, and then enough for Max, trying to rub Ryan at the same time. Nervous, Colt may be, but he gives it his best effort. He worked his way around the circle, Colt stops at Troy, realizing with glee that the penis is in Troy directing. Troy seems to be getting all the attention and affection Colt as loud without requiring Ryan tells him to move on. Colt catches Philippe, the first with his hand, and then smoothly into the mouth. Colt finally getting the hang of it, and the guy, feeling his excitement to move in for the thrill. Brent patiently waited, and Colt take the gasket in one hand and in the other Ryan. Colt tugs on each of its poles were bloodshot as Christopher does not scream at him to stop playing around. Colt turns around huge Schlong Max's throat, and as he jerks dick in Troy, Ryan pushes his head to the base member of the Max. It's a dizzying flurry fucksticks, as Colt bounces between Troy and Philip Brent, bobbing his head on each of its regulators. Philip goes into suckfest, pushing his hips in the face of the Colt. Boys Colt give instant respite as they pulled his T-shirt. Philip resumes humiliation, slapping his face rigid rod against Colt. Christopher Ryan and do not try to be delicate when they both shove their man-meat into the gaping facehole Colt. But Colt takes it all, and sucks like a champ! Colt is moving in a circle, again, at a breakneck pace. He was obviously hungry for him, as he asks, "You guys are going to cum all over me?" Colt Ryan wonders why still wear the pants, and the boys grab at him, tearing his jeans, underwear and shoes. Completely naked now, Colt is sitting on her knees in the middle of the circle, begging to be covered in cum. The boys are ready to give them what they came from, and Philip is the first to drip a drop of sperm on her cheek Colt. Three reinforces next, squirting long, thick strands goop down the side of the face Colt. Colt closes his eyes as Ryan glaze him the other cheek in a creamy frozen sperm. And Max Jiggles his warm load overhead, landing him in the eyes of the Colt. Brent takes his pearls on top of the head Colt, his crowning glory in spunktastictic! Christopher lands final urine Colt with milky face that it rubs against the skin Colt, as a moisturizer. Colt face is sticky, shiny with splooge, he smiles, knowing grin not a virgin Bukkake.