Heath is back, looking fine and fit; ready to hit another one outta the park. In addition to playing with his mighty bat, he’s got a couple of toys to slide up his chute. Sprawled naked across the couch and looking oh-so-fine, he begins to manhandle his equipment. He grabs his cock and jerks his fist up and down its length. He fingers his ass, then slips a digit inside to prep the hole for the inevitable assault by other foreign objects. Feeling cocky and confident, and with a spit of lube to grease himself up, he takes the buttplug and gently coaxes it into his ass. It slips inside easily and feels so good. Heath is sighing with delight. Then he grabs the manrammer and that long latex pole slithers up his crack just as smoothly; his sphincter opening up with ease and swallowing it all the way up to the hilt. Whew! Heath is having a ball as he continues to yank on his crank and cram his crack. He switches back to the buttplug and when he has it tightly secured and buried inside, he shoots his load all the way up his hairy chest, exploding in creamy spurts and dabbing his lips with spooge.