When did he get naked?
Rip was like a sculpture, his body toned, his muscles distinct under his tanned skin. A fine sheen of sweat glistened those rock hard muscles. His cock was just as hard as Gil’s. Rip had his hand wrapped around his own shaft, stroking much slower than Gil. It was a lazy, slow motion, almost a preparation of sorts.
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