Massage Table Cock Stroke by Inked Stud

Sunlit room with plants framing the massage table, air thick with sweat and oil making every stroke glide smoother, dirtier. Hands wrap firm around rigid cock, squeezing the veined length, thumbs circling the swollen head as pre-cum beads sticky. Who's gonna crack first — the one laid out gasping, hips bucking up into the grip, or the inked guy twisting his wrist faster? Bodies press close, chest hair matted, asses flexing. Balls cupped and tugged. Tension builds, skin fever-hot, until ropes of cum splatter across taut abs in the humid glow.