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Timmy Treasure is already hard when the morning starts, one fist wrapped around his cock and stroking in a slow, unhurried rhythm while his other hand presses a dildo against his hole and works it inside. He fucks himself deeper with each push, hips rocking back to take more, low sounds escaping as the toy disappears and reappears in a building pace that matches his stroking hand. His beard catches the light as his jaw goes slack and his thighs tense, both hands working together through the last desperate stretch. He groans through the finish and spills across his stomach, grip milking every last pulse until he goes still.
