Trevor Hardman sits on the edge of the bed, his muscular frame tense as he traces his fingers over his own face, then lowers them to his thigh before shifting onto his back, blanket pooling around him as he spreads his legs wide. His dark hair falls forward as he grips his cock, the angle shifting from upward stares to downward pressure, his hand moving with deliberate precision. The bed creaks beneath him, his legs bending and raising as he leans into the motion, fingers finally circling his hole before returning to his shaft, each position revealing the focus of his touch.
