Brandon Lewis sits shirtless on the bed, his muscular chest rising as he grips his own cock, the baseball jersey still clutched in his hand, then lets it drop to the sheets. His dark hair falls forward as he leans in, fingers working fast over his length, the baseball cap abandoned beside him. The glove lies forgotten, his focus only on the way his grip tightens, his breath steadying as he comes.
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