Thomas Johnson grips his cock hard, his tattooed arms flexing as he strokes himself fast, the bed creaking under his weight. Eddie Burke watches, his dark hair falling forward as he leans in, fingers tracing the lines of Thomas’s skin before taking over the thick shaft. The air thickens with the sound of wet, eager hands and the rhythmic slap of flesh against flesh.
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