Adam Russo and Park Wiley

Adam Russo sits on the couch, his bald head gleaming under the light, while his thick, hairy chest rises and falls with each breath as he grips his cock. His fingers glide over his own hole in every position, on his knees, flat on his back, curled on his side, each stroke deliberate, the skin stretched tight around his thick ass. He licks his fingers clean, then presses them back inside, his muscular frame tense with focus as he works himself open.