Charles O'Riley flaunts his boner

Charles O’Riley stands on the boardwalk, his muscular frame pressed against the railing as he flexes, the sun catching the dark hair on his chest. Kneeling in the sand, he grips himself hard, the checkered shorts riding low to expose the thick cock he’s already stroking with rough, deliberate strokes. The water and greenery blur behind him as he leans into the railing again, one hand hovering near his groin, the other gripping the railing like he’s testing its strength, or his own.