The dark-haired, smooth-skinned man leans against the bed, his muscular frame tense as his hand hovers just above his straining cock. The white sheets ripple beneath him, taut with his weight, while his fingers tease the thick shaft, no touch yet, just the promise of it. His jaw is set, the veins in his neck standing out as he holds himself there, ready. The only sound would be the slow, deliberate grip, the way his breath catches when he finally takes hold.
By Fratmen
