Bored and horny

Ace Banner sits on the edge of the bed, his gray hair rough against the wooden headboard, fingers tracing slow circles over his chest hair as he grips himself. Kneeling, standing, or sprawled on his side, his hand moves with deliberate pressure, the close-ups locking in on the thick stroke of his erection. Every angle, from the curve of his hairy legs to the sharp focus on his palm, shows the, unhurried rhythm of his own touch.