Steve Bowen grips his cock hard, his dark hair falling over his tattooed arm as he leans against the bed frame, then drops onto the green sheets with his legs spread wide. He lies on his stomach, reaching back to stroke himself with rough, deliberate strokes, then rolls onto his back, raising his knees as he works his shaft. Every position shows the same relentless focus, his fingers slick with precome, his muscles taut under the wooden headboard’s grain.
