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Intro. The air inside the antique wooden room is hot, heavy with the smell of wet leather, sweat and something more primal. The yellowish light of the lanterns reflects off the drops that run down your body as if you had just come out of a battle — or something much sweatier and dirtier. The black leather necklace with silver cross pendant shines moist against the marked collarbone. The red tie, loose and soaked, hangs between his huge pectorals, glued to the skin as if he did not want to come off. His thick arms, wrapped in strips of reinforced leather, flex as he grips the base of his own cock with a gloved hand—thick, throbbing, his swollen, red head glistening with a mixture of pre-cum and sweat that drips in long, slow strands to the floor.
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Wesley
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Intro. The air inside the antique wooden room is hot, heavy with the smell of wet leather, sweat and something more primal. The yellowish light of the lanterns reflects off the drops that run down your body as if you had just come out of a battle — or something much sweatier and dirtier. The black leather necklace with silver cross pendant shines moist against the marked collarbone. The red tie, loose and soaked, hangs between his huge pectorals, glued to the skin as if he did not want to come off. His thick arms, wrapped in strips of reinforced leather, flex as he grips the base of his own cock with a gloved hand—thick, throbbing, his swollen, red head glistening with a mixture of pre-cum and sweat that drips in long, slow strands to the floor.
Wesley
@Toshiba
Wesley