Elijah Young solo

Elijah Young grips the green dildo hard enough to leave marks, his tattooed arms flexing as he leans forward on the couch, fingers already tracing the slicked-up shaft. The multicolored fabric of the couch peeks between his spread legs, his light beard shadowing a grin as he works himself open, the green pillow forgotten behind him. His fair skin glistens with sweat by the time he sinks onto it, the dildo buried deep, his mouth already parting for the next thrust.