Steve Hardy grips his belt tight, his muscular frame flexing as he strokes his cock with rough, deliberate strokes, no hesitation, just control. The dark hair on his head contrasts with the sweat glistening on his chest as he works himself, the belt wrapped around his wrist like a second grip. His clean-shaven jaw tightens with each pull, the tension in his body turning every motion into something deliberate, every breath into something measured.
