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Alec Loob steps out of the shower already hard, water still running down his chest as he leans back and wraps a firm fist around his cock, stroking with slow, deliberate pulls that tighten at the crown. His free hand travels down to his hole, one finger pressing inside while his hips rock forward into his grip, the rhythm between both hands climbing from lazy to urgent. Bare feet flat on the tile, thighs tensing with each upstroke, he works himself with the kind of focused hunger that makes everything else go quiet. His breath breaks apart in the final seconds before he groans and unloads hard, fist stroking through every last throb until he’s finished.
