Earl Wallace stands shirtless, his muscular frame flexing as he leans against a surface, tattoos tracing his arms while his cock swells under the weight of his own grip. The mirror behind him captures the way his dark hair falls forward as he strokes, fingers tight around the thick shaft, his hole already slick with anticipation. He sits on the couch, towel draped over one shoulder, the tension in his posture making every pull of his fist deliberate, his cum already pooling, ready to be milked.
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