Billy Baval posing naked and pissing outdoors

Billy Baval stands naked against the brick wall, his dark hair damp from the outdoor air, one hand gripping his neck while the other stretches out behind him, muscles taut, his cock jutting forward as he pisses against the greenery. He shifts poses, palm flat on his chest, then on his hip, his body angled just enough to let the stream cut through the air before he leans in, hand on his head, as if testing the weight of his own power. Every movement is deliberate: arm raised, waist flexed, crotch cupped, face half-hidden in his fist, each stance a different kind of command, the wet sound the only soundtrack.