Clark Delgaty sits on a stool, gripping his cock hard as he strokes it with rough, steady hands, the dark hair on his chest damp with sweat. Presley Scott stands behind him, his bearded jaw tight as he watches, fingers already tracing the lines of Clark’s muscles before they move lower. The air hums with the sound of skin against skin, each pull of the shaft sharp and deliberate.
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