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Dom Ully abandons the controller without a word, crossing the room with his gaze locked on you and his cock already half-hard in his fist. He shoves your shoulder backward onto the couch, then wraps his fingers around your shaft and strokes slow, deliberate pulls while his thumb presses the underside. He spits into his palm and works you faster, heavy balls slapping against his own thigh as he jerks himself in a matching rhythm. When he’s slick and leaking, he straddles your hips and sinks down without lube, taking every inch with a hoarse groan as he rides until you empty inside him.
