Darius Straube stands with his legs spread, fingers tracing the curve of his thigh before sliding lower to grip his cock through the thin white fabric, his dark hair framing a face that’s all sharp angles and smooth skin. The blue couch behind him is the only thing that stays still as he shifts his weight, one hand resting on his ass, the other pulling at his underwear to expose the thick, flushed head. His breath comes faster when he finally pulls the fabric aside, the head bobbing as he strokes himself with slow, deliberate pressure, his fingers leaving a glistening trail.
By Doggy Boys
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