Justin Matthews grips his cock through the white tank top, his tattooed arms flexing as he strokes hard, while William Seed watches with his beard shadowed by the graphic print. The blond’s grip is rough, his knuckles white against the fabric, and the air hums with the sound of skin slapping skin. Neither looks away as the other’s hand moves, each lost in the rhythm of their own release.
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