Gabriel Martin foreskin

Gabriel Martin sits on a couch, his dark hair framing a clean-shaven face as he traces his hairy chest, fingers lingering over his own tattooed arm. One hand grips his cock, thumb pressing against the thick foreskin before he pulls it back, exposing the head with deliberate slowness. His legs spread wide, thigh muscles flexing under his touch as he leans forward, mirroring the angle in the mirror beside him, his other hand resting on his knee, scrotum heavy and visible in close-up. Every movement is measured, every glance intentional, as he studies himself with unhurried focus.