Andy Stevens solo

Andy Stevens stretches across the bed, tattoos snaking up his lean arms as he shifts onto his stomach, the blue sheets tangled around his hips. His dark hair falls forward as he rolls onto his side, fingers tracing idle patterns on the sheets before he sits cross-legged, bracing himself for the work ahead. The weight of his body presses into the mattress, every movement deliberate as he prepares to take himself in hand.