Two lean, clean-shaven men in dark hair sit close on a couch, one’s fingers tracing the other’s chest before slipping lower, Carmen Delano’s hand grips his own cock, slow and deliberate, while the other leans in to press kisses just above the waistband. The shirt disappears first, then the rest, leaving only skin and the steady, unhurried rhythm of a hand working itself over hard length.
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