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Jessy Ares is already on the locker room bench when you walk in, thick cock out and fist moving in a loose, practiced grip that tightens with every upstroke. Body hair covers his chest and stomach, flexing with each deliberate pull as his hips rock forward into his own hand and his breathing gets heavier. He clocks you standing there and keeps going without flinching, pace climbing from slow to urgent while his jaw loosens and low sounds escape his chest. His thighs tense in the final stretch and he groans through a hard finish, cum hitting his stomach while his fist works out every last pulse.
