Jon is precisely the kind of thug that one would expect to see in a sleazey bar where an unfaithful wife or girlfriend would go for ill advised excitement. Tall, dark, imposing; his body is built on a foundation of a powerful and chisled core, to which the herculean limbs of a might man have been attached. There is no motion or movement his body seems capable of making without some part of him inadvertantly bulging into a tight and telling flex.

HIs manhood seems no exception to this display. Never one to fit into loose fitting garb, his bulge always seems to hang low and thick along his inner thigh, strapped to a leg that it uncomfortably shares space with by the constraint of jeans. Even in its flaccid state the coke can thick girth seems to test the durability of his pants, as it seems ever close to ripping free with one powerful bestial flex to jutt forth from his pelvis.

On the rare occassion that he wears more traditional and tribalistic attire, his arousal seems to sway and hang behind a simple tabard cloth, reaching to about his knees like the large dark trunk of an elephant.

LIGHTS
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Red - Furries, anthros, males, toilet play, small races, being dominated.

Yellow - Angels, fiends. Both are kind of a tired cliche at this point.

Green - Female, Herm, Futa, gangbangs, anal, vaginal, oral, titjobs.