You can tell by the look on Brad's face that he is his riding the crest of sensations so powerful that, much as he would like to prolong them, the need to seed wins out, and he squeezes his out in a round of cream filling that lands between his pecs and drips down those abs. Apparently no one told Brad not to play with his food, because that white stuff gets rubbed into his chest before he gives it a good long taste while staring into the camera with a look that still makes us tingle.

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