Reed Talon stands with his back to the wall, fingers tracing the outline of his cock through his pants, before kicking them off and dropping to his knees on the floor, legs spread wide, the head already glistening as he pulls himself free. His muscular frame bends forward, the pale skin of his chest and arms flexing as he grips himself, the hand gesture sharp and deliberate in every frame. Then he lies back, legs raised high, the weight of his body making his cock jut forward, the wooden floor creaking under his shifting position.
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