Tegan Zayne sprawls across a couch, his dark hair falling over a thick beard as he leans back with his legs spread wide, fingers tracing his own cock. The blue patterned cushion bites into his shoulders while his muscular chest rises with each breath, hairy and unshaven. His hole glistens as he shifts, one hand gripping his shaft while the other rests on his knee, the dried flowers in the vase behind him forgotten.
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