Johannes Lars sits on a bed with his legs spread, his hand gripping his cock as he stares up, the sheets rumpled around him while newspapers lie scattered. His smooth, light hair contrasts with the rough grip of his fingers as he strokes himself, close-ups locking in the motion of his palm against his shaft. Every angle, lying back, hands near his cock, the camera catching his breathless gaze, fixes on the slow, deliberate pull of his own pleasure.
