Mark Anthony leans against the wall, his muscular chest rising as he grips himself with steady hands, the sailor hat tilted low over his dark hair while his clean-shaven jaw tightens. His fingers trace his own skin, lips brushing his shoulder as he stares upward, the bed behind him a silent witness to the slow, deliberate pull of his cock. Every stroke is deliberate, the tension in his grip matching the way his chest expands with each breath.
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