Nate Karlton stands alone, his dark hair slicked back as he grips his cock hard enough to make the veins stand out, tie wrapped tight around his fist like a second grip. His chest bristles with coarse hair, every flex of his arms straining the muscles until his shoulders nearly touch his ears. He leans against furniture, tie draped low over his hips, or stretches back with his arms locked behind his head, the weight of his own strength pulling his torso taut. Every pose is a challenge, cock thick in his hand, tie cutting into his wrist, the way his skin glistens under the light.
