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Nathan Hope has known about the keyhole for weeks, and today he leaves the door wide open. He settles back on the couch, legs spread, fist wrapped around his hard cock, and strokes with slow, deliberate pulls while his eyes stay locked straight at you. His free hand traces his stomach and chest as the rhythm climbs, hips lifting off the cushion into each upstroke while his breathing gets shallow and urgent. He works himself faster in the final stretch, jaw dropping open, until he groans and finishes across his fist — every pulse drawn out long and deliberate, performed entirely for you.
