Andre Donovan stands with his tattooed arms wrapped tight around his thick cock, pumping hard while Jake Waters watches from behind, his dark hair framing a face carved from muscle. The blond’s grip is rough, his knuckles slick with spit as he works himself over, oblivious to the bearded man’s steady stare. No words, no hesitation, just the, unfiltered motion of a man lost in the act.
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