John Bronco lies on the bed, his dark hair slicked back, muscles taut as he grips his cock with a steady, rough grip. The bed creaks under his weight, the only sound the wet slap of his palm against his shaft. Clark Reid watches, his presence thick with quiet intensity, but the focus is on Bronco’s hands, fast, deliberate, the way he rolls his wrist to build the pressure. No words, no hesitation, just the motion of a man working himself until the first thick ropes hit the sheets.
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