Marc Dylan lies sprawled across the bed, his dark hair falling over his shoulders as he stretches out on his back, muscles taut beneath his skin. One hand grips his cock, thick and heavy, while the other rests against the headboard, the greenish sheets tangled around his legs. His clean-shaven jaw tightens as he works himself, the rhythm slow and deliberate, every stroke visible in the way his body shifts. The bed dips under his weight, the only sound the wet slap of his palm against flesh.
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