Aarron Jackson lies sprawled across the sheets, his lean frame loose as his hand drifts toward his groin, fingers tracing the thick ridge beneath his dark hair. Legs parting just enough to expose the heavy weight, he grips himself with slow, deliberate strokes, his other hand resting idle on his chest or stomach. The bedding stays crisp white as he shifts between sides, each position letting the tension build, until his palm finally settles where it matters.
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