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In the heart of Berlin, Greg McKeon, the muscular, tattooed hunk, kicks off the sheets, his morning erection tenting the fabric. The city's hustle and bustle outside his window does little to distract him from his carnal thoughts. He runs a hand over his smooth, tanned skin, pausing at his nipples, giving them a gentle pinch before moving down to his throbbing cock. Greg's mind is a whirlwind of forbidden desires, his stepbrother's face appearing in his mind's eye. He strokes his big, leaking cock, his body tensing as he nears his release, the sound of his wet, slapping hand echoing in the room.