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Sunset burns across the railing as I settle onto the terrace chaise, Jay Roberts already stroking himself slow and deliberate under the warm glow. His thick fingers work the full shaft with tight, twisting pulls, balls drawing up against his thigh with every pass. I match his rhythm with my own fist, jerking in time as he spreads his legs wider and tilts his hips up. He groans when the first ropes spill across his stomach, milking the last pulses while I finish hard onto the wood slats beside him.
