Shay

The bearded man presses his palm into the wall, muscles taut under smooth skin, while his other hand grips his cock hard enough to make his jaw clench. He shifts his weight, one knee bending as he leans forward, fingers tracing the thick vein along his shaft before sliding lower, his breath shallow, the dark hair at his chest damp with effort. Seated against a surface, he works himself open with slow, deliberate pressure, the angle of his hips forcing his cock to stretch just past the first ring. The light catches the sweat glistening on his ribs as he adjusts his grip, the hand on his hip pulling his body forward, exposing the tight hole he’s preparing.