Cody Cummings stands alone, his tattooed arms flexing as he grips his cock hard enough to make his muscles ripple, the basketball jersey clinging to his chest before slipping off entirely. His dark hair falls forward as he fingers his own asshole with deliberate precision, then sprawls across the bed, towel discarded, while his thick cock glistens with his own slick. Every movement is deliberate, jerking, posing, the contrast between controlled touch and, unfiltered need.
