Skyy Knox stands between two barrels, his dark hair slicked back, muscles rippling as he grips his cock tight and strokes with slow, deliberate force. The rough grain of the wood beneath his bare feet contrasts with the smoothness of his skin, his breath steady as he works himself. No one else is there, just the heat of his hand and the quiet, focused rhythm of his own pleasure.
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