Ferran Griego unveils his passion

Ferran Griego stands by the window in loose linen, his dark hair catching the light as he shifts his weight against the doorframe, fingers tracing the edge of his jaw before they slip lower. His muscles ripple under the fabric as he leans against the wall, one hand gripping his cock through the thin material, the other bracing himself against the surface. On the couch, legs splayed wide, he spreads his thighs further, the movement deliberate as he guides himself to the brink, then collapses onto the bed, fingers working faster as the air hums with the sound of his breath.