Manu Cobre grips his thick cock hard enough to make his knuckles whiten, his broad chest rising and falling as he leans against the furniture, the muscles in his arms straining. The smooth skin of his abs glistens under the light, his brown hair slightly damp as he shifts his grip, fingers sliding over the swollen head. Every angle captures the way his grip tightens, the way his breath hitches when he pulls back, the veins standing out along his shaft.
