Zack autefellatio

Zack Randall grips his own fingers hard, his mouth working them with rough, deliberate strokes while his muscular frame leans over the bathtub edge. The dark hair on his head contrasts with his smooth-shaven jaw as he shifts between positions, sitting on the bed, then returning to the sink, his grip never loosening. Every movement is focused, his fingers disappearing between his lips again and again.