Tom Connor sits on the edge of the bed, fingers tracing the curve of his lean torso before he strips off his shirt, the yellow bedspread rough against his skin as he lies back. His dark hair falls across the pillow while one hand works his cock, slow and deliberate, the curtains framing the room in muted light. The only sound is the quiet rasp of his breath as he positions himself, then the first deep thrust drives him into the mattress.
