Edward McKay’s tattooed arms flex as he grips himself, his dark hair framing the intensity of his own hand working his cock. The bed creaks under him as he leans in, fingers probing his tight asshole with rough precision, the close-up capturing every deliberate thrust. Stripped down to nothing by the end, his muscles ripple with the effort of driving himself harder, the only sound the wet slap of skin against skin.
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