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Simon stretches out on the leather sofa with his cock in his fist, stroking slow and lazy while his bare foot slides along my calf. The tattoos on his arms flex with every deliberate pull, and he smirks at me like he knows exactly what he’s doing to me. He spits on his shaft and picks up the tempo, hips lifting off the cushion as his toes curl against my skin. His whole body tightens, jaw clenching, and he groans as he paints his own stomach with thick ropes of cum.
