Felix Lewis grips his cock with one hand while his tattooed forearm flexes over the edge of the bed, the dark hair on his chest contrasting with the inked lines snaking up his ribs. His mouth opens wide around his own thick shaft, tongue swirling deep as he chokes on the weight, fingers digging into the sheets to steady himself. The way his beard brushes against his wrist every time he pulls back reveals just how far he’s taking it, no hesitation, just, unfiltered thrusts. The only sound is the wet slap of his lips and the rhythmic thump of his hips against the mattress.
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