Tristan Jaxx grips his cock hard while Jack Hunter and Paul Canon watch, their bearded jawline and tattooed forearms tense with anticipation, one licks his lips as the other strokes his own thick shaft, both eyes locked on the slow, deliberate strokes. The dark-haired man’s knuckles whiten around his length, his breath shallow as he teases himself open, the wet glide of his fist matching the hungry way Hunter’s tongue flicks against his teeth.
