The bearded man kneels before Kumar, gripping his thick cock as the dark-haired, muscular man stands rigid behind a curtain, his breath heavy with anticipation. His fingers dig into the shaft while Kumar’s free hand braces against the fabric, the tension in his posture making every stroke deliberate. The air hums with the sound of skin slapping flesh as he works the length, his grip tightening just before the first thick pulse hits his palm.
By Fratmen
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