Andrew Blue stands pressed against the rough wall, his fingers working fast over his thick cock, while Hunter Ford watches from a few steps back, his own hand already slick with precome. The blond’s muscles ripple under his smooth skin as he grips himself tight, his breath steady despite the urgency. Neither looks away, just the, unfiltered motion of two men, one standing still, the other moving just enough to make it count.
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