Casey Everett kneels on the balcony railing, gripping his cock with one hand while the other steadies himself against the cold metal, his dark hair falling forward as he works himself open. Deep Dic stands behind him, his muscular frame blocking the light, fingers already tracing the lines of Casey’s tattoos before they slip lower, guiding his strokes. The railing cuts into Casey’s thighs as he leans back, his breath uneven, the first thick ropes of cum splashing onto the railing before he can stop them.
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