Brent Corrigan’s beard bristles as he grips his thick cock, the muscles in his arms straining against the weight of his own hand while the late afternoon light bleeds through the window behind him. His bald head gleams under the glow, the dark hair on his chest and thighs contrasting with the pale skin of his knuckles as he strokes himself with deliberate, rough strokes. The air is thick with the sound of his breath and the wet, rhythmic slap of his palm against his shaft.
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