Mark Troy stretches across the couch, his blond hair catching the light as he flexes one leg while the other hovers above the cushion, fingers already tracing the thick ridge of his cock through the blue shorts. He pulls them down just enough to expose the head, then lies back with a slow, deliberate grip, his smooth, athletic body arching as he works himself with a steady rhythm. The couch cushions mold to his back, supporting every shift as he leans forward, arms braced behind his head, before settling fully naked to finish with a tight, open-mouthed groan.
