Seth Fornea presses his muscular frame against the table, the turquoise towel clinging to his damp skin as he grips the edge with one hand while his other strokes himself with rough, deliberate strokes. The veins in his forearm stand out as he works his cock, his breath steady and focused, the only sound the wet slap of his palm against his shaft. The angle of his body leaves his hole exposed, the muscles taut and ready as he prepares to take what’s coming.
