Perfect Soulmates
Making his palm run across your chest, pass his perfect six-packs, run down the v-line and end up on his cock, desperate to get out of the pants that restrain it.
He takes a step back, unzips and buttons the jeans, and all at once, he pulls his pants and underwear down to his ankles.
He kneels down on the couch next to Paul, leaving his ass exposed, and Paul grunts. He gets up, slides the T-shirt over his neck, leaving his chest exposed, pulls his pants and underwear down, and opens the sachet of lub, letting it fall over his fingers, and without waiting, he sticks the middle finger of his right hand into the pulsing hole of the lover, who waits expectantly.
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