Trystan Bull jacking off

Trystan Bull sits on the edge of the bed, gripping his cock with a tight, deliberate grip as his muscles flex beneath smooth, sun-kissed skin. The dark hair falls just past his shoulders, framing a face that doesn’t look away from the camera, even as his hand moves faster. Every angle captures the intensity, leaning forward, arms raised, or pressed against the wooden headboard, his breath steady, his focus never wavering. The only sound in the room is the wet slap of his palm against flesh.