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Andrei Adam pours himself a glass of champagne, sets it aside, and wraps his fist around his cock — already hard — stroking with unhurried, deliberate pulls while his muscled frame sprawls loose across the couch cushions. His grip tightens on the upstroke, stomach flexing, free hand sliding down his stomach as the pace builds from lazy to urgent and his breathing shifts into something heavier. He works himself with total focus, hips rocking forward into each stroke, jaw going slack as the rhythm climbs. His whole body tightens before he groans through a thick cumshot that lands across his abs, fist milking out every last throb.
