Cameron Marshall’s thick arms flex as he grips his cock, the dark hair on his chest and chestnut hair framing his face, while Alex Andrews lies beside him, his own length straining in his fist, both men lost in the rough rhythm of their own hands. The bed creaks under their weight, the sheets rumpled as they work in sync, the air thick with the sound of skin against skin and the wet, deliberate pull of their grips.
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