Diego Sans grips his cock hard, his bearded jaw set as he strokes fast, the red sleeves of his shirt riding up with each rough pull. William Seed watches, his dark hair falling forward as he leans in close, fingers already tangled in the thick chest hair. The air hums with the wet sound of skin against skin, the only light catching the sweat glistening on Diego’s chest.
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