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Apolo leans against the billiards table with his cock out and already thick, wrapping one hand around the shaft and stroking with loose, easy pulls that tighten as his hips start to rock. His free hand grips the table edge for leverage while the rhythm builds from casual to urgent, stomach tightening with every upstroke as his breath comes heavier. He works himself with the kind of unhurried confidence that makes watching feel like a privilege, pace climbing until his thighs tense and his jaw goes tight. When he finally lets go, he groans through it with his whole chest, bare feet planted and cock pulsing through every last throb.
