Laying back down on the sofa, Zane rested against the palm even as he dolloped a tiny more grease on his rock hard dick. His arm sleek with lube, Zane made sure to work it all in as he picked up the pace. By now, Zane had worked up a constant sweat from all his stiff work and as he panted heavily, it was clear that Zane was standing on the verge of climax. Swapping from palm to hand, he couldn't help but rock his hips up and down, almost poking his own hand. Pausing only to apply another dollop of lube, Zane pumped his prick like a dude with nothing to lose. Suddenly, with a intense grunt, Zane shot a ample explosion all over his stomach, the jizz dribbling down his side and from inbetween his fingers.
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