Mitch Jordan solo

Mitch Jordan leans against the headboard, his muscular frame stretched across the bed as he grips the sheets with one hand while his other strokes himself with deliberate precision. Dark hair frames his face, his clean-shaven jaw tight with focus, while his legs part to reveal the slow, deliberate work of his own hand. On his side, then on his stomach, he shifts positions with practiced ease, each movement precise as he drives himself forward. The white sheets catch the glint of his skin, the only sound the wet, rhythmic sound of his own touch.