Jesse Vos and Ken Taylor stand shoulder to shoulder against a wall scrawled with graffiti, their hands gripping the straps of their cocks as they stroke in unison. The bald, heavily tattooed man’s muscles ripple with each pull, his grip tight and deliberate, while the other leans in just enough to mirror the motion. The air hums with the wet, rhythmic sound of their hands moving in perfect sync.
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