Eric Charming solo

Eric Charming sits shirtless on a patterned bedspread, his light hair framing a smooth, slim frame before he strips away everything but his hands. His fingers glide over his own body on the black leather couch, tracing lines that lead straight to the act he performs alone, slow, deliberate strokes that build until his grip tightens. The only sound in the room is the quiet rasp of skin against leather, the rhythm of his own touch.