Jake Richards strokes his cock and slow, fingers tracing the thick vein as he lies on his back, underwear riding low over his hips. The bed creaks under his weight, the fabric clinging to his smooth, slim frame as he grips himself with deliberate pressure, every angle capturing the way his hand moves. By the end, he’s bare, just the heavy, flushed length of his dick in the light, his breath steady as he works himself.
