Mason Wyler’s tattooed, dark-haired frame grips his cock hard, his knuckles white as he pumps fast, the veins bulging under his skin. The camera zooms in on his face, lips parted, breath ragged, as his grip tightens, no hesitation, just, unfiltered release. The muscles in his arms ripple with every stroke, his jaw clenched, the only sound the wet slap of his palm against flesh.
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