Jack Allen solo

Jack Allen’s lean, smooth hands grip his own cock hard as he leans back against the bed, dark hair framing a face locked in focus, each stroke deliberate, the patterned headboard behind him the only backdrop. His fingers move fast, thumb pressing just right as he sits up, one arm bent behind his head while the other works him open. The way he holds himself, half-relaxed, half-urgent, makes every pull of his fist look like it’s pulling something deeper.