Andreas Griffin

Andreas Griffin stretches across the table, his dark hair framing a body built for endurance as firm hands knead his tight muscles with deliberate pressure, straps securing his hips to keep him still. The oil glides over his smooth skin as fingers dig into his lower back, then glide down his legs, pausing only to trace the tension in his thighs before he shifts onto his side, letting the pressure ease into his shoulders. Later, he sits on the bed’s edge, fingers tracing the curve of his cock, while the camera lingers on the way his muscles flex under the slow, deliberate work of the massage.