Caleb King grips his cock hard, his dark hair damp from sweat as Casey Williams watches, muscles rippling under the sunlight filtering through the trees. The grass beneath them is uneven, their shadows stretching long as King’s fist moves fast, his breath sharp with focus. Williams leans in, close enough to see the veins pulse, his own hand still but his gaze locked on the way King’s hips jerk forward.
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