Sergio Real’s thick arms flex as he grips the strap, his tattoos snaking up his corded torso while his dark hair falls forward over his sharp jaw. The belt bites into his waist as he leans over, fingers probing his own hole before pulling back to lick his palm clean. A glass clatters beside him, forgotten, as his chest hair brushes the leather with every thrust of his hips. His cock swells between his spread legs, the head glistening as he works it with rough, deliberate strokes.
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