Jaye Elektra sits on the couch, his dark hair framing a smooth, slim frame as he leans back with one hand resting on his thigh, the other tracing slow circles over his cock. His legs part slightly, fingers working him open before he lies fully exposed on the patterned couch, the black-and-white fabric stark against his skin. Every pose, hands on knees, leaning forward, sprawled out, keeps his cock in view, the tension in his grip the only thing that matters.
