Chance Summerlin and Eddie Danger lie side by side on the bed, their dark hair contrasting with the sharp lines of their tattoos, each gripping their cocks with steady hands. The bearded man’s grip is firm, his knuckles flexing as he strokes slow and deliberate, while the other’s muscles ripple under the pressure of his own fist. The room hums with the quiet sound of skin against skin, their breaths steady, focused only on the rhythm of their hands.
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