Clark Reid’s tattooed arms flex as he grips his cock, the dark hair on his chest catching the light while his muscular frame leans into the couch. His clean-shaven jaw tightens with each rough stroke, the veins in his forearm standing out as he works himself over. The only sound is the wet, deliberate pull of his fist, no hesitation, just the relentless rhythm of his own hand.
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