Jace Star solo

Jace Star sits on the couch, his dark hair falling forward as he grips himself with rough, hairy hands, the muscles in his chest flexing with each slow pull. Legs spread wide, he arches back, his fingers working fast over his straining cock, the couch cushion biting into his shoulders as he stares up at nothing. Every position, leaning, lying, bent, keeps his grip tight, his breath steady, his focus locked on the one thing he’s doing.