Alexi Auclair shows his boner

Alexi Auclair sits on the couch, tugging at his shirt until it rides up just enough to reveal the hard ridge beneath, his dark hair framing a face that’s all sharp angles and smooth, sun-kissed skin. He leans back into the armrest, fingers drifting lower, the fabric parting to show the thick, veined length he’s already working with deliberate strokes. Every shift of his body, slouching on the chair, pressing against the wall, collapsing onto the bed, keeps his hand locked on the spot, his grip tight enough to make the head glisten. By the end, he’s fully naked, the only sound the wet, rhythmic slap of his palm against his own cock.