Return of the Knight

Wilfried Knight steps out of his suit, unbuttoning the shirt with deliberate slowness as the tie slips free, his bearded jaw shadowed, his chest already bare beneath the loosening fabric. The couch frames him from behind, his fingers tracing the thick hair of his cock while the camera lingers on the, unfiltered grip. Every stroke is slow, deliberate, the close-ups locking onto the straining flesh and the rough palm that doesn’t hide a thing.