Elliott L sits on the floor, his dark hair falling forward as he leans against the wall, then spreads his legs wide before shifting into a cross-legged position, blue underwear barely holding back what’s coming. His hands grip his knees, then slide back to brace his weight as he arches, the first thick ropes of cum splashing across his chest and stomach. The doorway behind him frames the mess, silent and unflinching as he keeps going, his body still and rigid with the force of it.
