Axel Wolf trying to suck his dick

Axel Wolf grips his own cock, tongue swirling around the head as his tattooed arm flexes against the wall, fingers digging into the leather jacket still clinging to his hips. The close-ups catch every shift, his jaw tight, lips parted, the slick sound of his fingers sliding between his lips before they disappear into his mouth. By the end, he’s sprawled on his back, arms stretched wide, the last traces of the jacket abandoned as his body moves only for the pleasure of his own hand.