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Jeffrey Lloyd sits back naked with his cock already hard, drumsticks abandoned beside him, and wraps a loose fist around his shaft to start a slow, deliberate stroke that tightens with each pass. His hips rock forward as the rhythm builds, stomach flexing while he works from base to crown with a twist at the top that makes his jaw go slack and his breath come faster. Body hair covers a chest that rises and falls in short bursts as both hands join in, palming the full length before settling back into a single-grip rhythm that turns urgent. His thighs tense in the final seconds before he groans and unloads across his stomach, cock pulsing through every last throb while his grip strokes slow.
