Conner O’Reilly stretches across the couch, his lean frame bare and smooth, legs spread wide as he lies on his back, fingers digging into the cushions. The light hair on his chest catches the light while his ass lifts just enough to show the tight hole, fingers tracing the curve of his ribs in slow, deliberate strokes. From the side, one knee bent high reveals the stretch of his thigh, the muscles taut against the couch as he shifts his weight, the pillows molding to his back. Every angle, sprawled, cross-legged, on his stomach, keeps the focus on the way his body moves, the way his hands explore himself.
