Lance Alexander strokes his cock

Lance Alexander stretches across the black leather couch, his muscular frame taut as he arches one arm behind his head while the other drifts down to grip his thick cock. The light skin of his chest glistens under the couch’s smooth surface as he shifts onto his side, legs raised in a pose that makes his bulge press against the fabric. His brown hair falls forward as he leans back, fingers already tracing the ridge of his shaft before he finally closes his grip. Every frame captures the slow, deliberate pull of his hand, no rush, just the steady build of his own pleasure.