Eddie Archer sits on the edge of a bed, his dark hair falling forward as he grips his cock hard, the muscles in his arms straining with each rough stroke. His clean-shaven jaw tightens, his light skin flushed as he works himself faster, the close-up framing only the wet, glistening head and the way his fingers dig into his shaft. By the end, he’s stripped bare, his body slick with sweat and cum, the last thick ropes spilling over his hand.
