Ethan Summers solo

Ethan Summers sits on the bed, shirt half-tucked, his legs spread wide as his hand drifts toward his ass, then back to his head, fingers tracing the tension in his muscles. The pink shirt clings to his smooth, muscular chest as he shifts onto his side, groin close to the sheets, before rolling onto his stomach, shirt gone now, his body stretched out in slow, deliberate movements. Every position holds him open, his hole exposed, his breath steady as he works himself.