Federico’s thick forearms grip the bottle as he pumps himself hard, his knuckles slick with sweat, while the couch cushions dip under his weight in every angle. The water sloshes against the plastic as he leans back, one hand steady on the rim, the other lost in the rhythm of his own fist. No pause, no hesitation, just the wet, relentless motion of his cock against his palm.
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