Matt Brooks sits shirtless on a couch, his shaved head gleaming under the light as he grips his own cock, thick and heavy in his hand. His muscular frame is marked with tattoos, each line sharp against his skin as he leans back, fingers working him open. The blue sleeveless top rides low, exposing the corded veins and the dark, tight hole he’s preparing. His breath comes steady, hands steady, no hesitation, just the slow, deliberate pull of his own weight.
