Jeffrey jerking

Jeffrey stands shirtless on a bed, his muscular frame flexing as he grips his thick cock, fingers tracing the vein-packed length before wrapping around it. The dark hair cuts short against his light skin, his clean-shaven jaw tight with focus as he leans forward, palm pressing into his own head like he’s lost in the rhythm. Every gesture, hand sliding up, fist tightening, hips rolling, is deliberate, the cock swelling as he works it with slow, deliberate strokes.