Louis Charter strokes his hard cock

Louis Charter sits on the edge of the bed, his lean frame half-clad in a shirt as his fingers trace the line of his cock through the fabric, then slip beneath it to grip himself. The purple and pink sheets stretch beneath him as he shifts, thighs parting to let his hand move lower, his dark hair framing a face that stays clean-shaven through every stroke. The bed dips as he lies back, one palm resting on his thigh while the other works his length, the shirt now pushed aside to reveal skin. His grip tightens, fingers curling around the shaft as he leans into the motion, the sheets pooling around him.