Roger Lockman stretches out on the bed, his dark hair framing a muscular frame as he leans back against the headboard, shaft already hard and ready. His clean-shaven jaw tightens with focus, fingers gripping the thick length while he works it with slow, deliberate strokes. The white sheets ripple beneath him as he shifts onto his side, the angle exposing every inch of his taut skin and heavy veins. No hesitation, just the, unfiltered pull of his own hand, the bed the only witness.
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