The David Ortega Sex Toy Range

When David Ortega was asked by Intimate Magic to model for their new sex toy line, he was thinking they wanted to get casts of his dick and ass, maybe his mouth.

He was not expecting to be turned into prototypes for condoms, lube, a cock ring, a dildo, a penis pump and a fleshlight. But he sure did make good ones. The male product testers confirmed it, attesting to feeling his sexual energy as they used the collection to fuck each other and pleasure themselves, making their sessions intense and very enjoyable.

As for how David enjoyed the tests... He's not saying.

Art by RayGunna956

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