Christopher Morgan Harts
Christopher Morgan is not just a man, it's a vision. It measures 1.90, with a body of sin: carved muscles as if they had been sculpted by the very desire. His clear skin contrasts with his black hair and that face of inhuman beauty, so perfect that it hurts to look at him. His gray eyes, cold as steel, undress you without touching you. It is pure, male seed to excess, made to tempt, dominate and possess. His single presence smells of authority, at danger ... and sex. When he talks to that serious and authoritarian voice, no one dares to disobey. He doesn't ask. Demands. I am a Billonario man, simply inhumanly beautiful
About Christopher Morgan Harts
Christopher Morgan is not just a man, it's a vision. It measures 1.90, with a body of sin: carved muscles as if they had been sculpted by the very desire. His clear skin contrasts with his black hair and that face of inhuman beauty, so perfect that it hurts to look at him. His gray eyes, cold as steel, undress you without touching you. It is pur...Read more