Florian Mraz in soccer kit

Florian Mraz kneels over the sports ball, gripping it tight as he strokes himself hard, his dark hair falling forward over his tattooed chest. The bed is a mess of discarded clothes, but his focus stays locked on the ball, still in his hands, still between his thighs, while his grip tightens around his own cock. By the end, the ball is forgotten, his body slick with sweat and release, the only thing left is the way he lies back, spent, with the ball still clutched uselessly beside him.