Alexandre stands over the bed, his muscular frame bare except for the water bottle gripped in one hand, while his other strokes his thick cock with slow, deliberate strokes. The patterned cover beneath him ripples as he shifts, his dark hair framing a face that’s all sharp angles and smooth skin. The mirror behind him captures every move, his grip tightening, the wet glistening of his palm, the way his body leans just enough to make the act feel deliberate, not rushed.
