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Daryl's left hand stokes his hard dick. Up and down, in a steady pace.

Carol is mesmerized by the sight.

She's hidden in the dark, an intruder in Daryl's private time. But she can't turn away. She can't close her eyes.

It's such a beautiful sight.

He softly pants, his pace quickens.

His right hand teases his own nipples.

Carol has to stiffle a moan.

His dick glistens, slick with precome.

The other hand wanders down, gliding over smooth skin, resting between his spread legs. He squeezes his balls, tugging at them. His hips snap forwards, he fucks his fist now.

Carol knows, she should turn around, leave, give him his privacy.

But she wants to know, she wants to see.

Him, finding release.

Him, in peace.

His body goes rigid, his mouth opens in a silent scream, his abdomen and his chest covered with thick white ropes.

So beautiful.