Bradley Cox strokes his cock with a toy, his blond hair falling over his face as he grips the handle tight, fingers flexing against the smooth skin of his shaft. The toy’s ridges press into his palm while he leans back, ass propped on the sheets, one hand curled around the base as he works himself slow. His tattoos peek from beneath the sheets, inked lines tracing his ribs as he shifts, the toy’s weight pulling his cock upward. Hands meet between them, fingers locking as he lies flat, the toy still in his grip, his breath steady against the motion.
