Cody Cummings grips his thick cock with a rough, tattooed hand, his dark hair falling over his broad shoulders as he strokes hard against his chest. The yellow wristband glints faintly on his wrist as he leans back, lips brushing his knuckles in slow, deliberate circles. His muscles ripple under the light as he shifts onto his side, still gripping himself, before finally rolling onto his back, naked, relaxed, and fully exposed.
