Martin Spell lies on his back, his muscular frame flexed as he grips his thick, tattooed cock, fingers tracing the head before sliding down to tease his tight asshole. The blond’s heavy breath hitches as he rolls onto his side, palm wrapped tight around the shaft, his knuckles slick with precome. Close-ups lock in on the vein-packed length, the dark ring of his hole, and the way his fingers circle it before dipping inside.
