Andrew Lee solo

Andrew Lee kneels on the camo-patterned sheets, his light brown hair framing a face pressed close to the striped bedding as he works his mouth over the head of his cock. The watermelon-themed cup beside him clinks against the unicorn pillow, while his fingers grip the sheets, no restraints, just the slick tension of his own rhythm. The cushions behind him shift as he leans into it, the striped fabric catching the light where his palm slides up his shaft.