Henry Lynes leans against the wall, his lean frame taut with focus as he grips his cock hard, fingers slick with pre-cum, while the white headband on his dark hair shifts with each deliberate stroke. Sitting on the couch’s cushioned edge, he angles his body just right, the weight of his own hand driving him deeper into the motion, his hole already flushed with anticipation. Lying back, he stretches out across the cushions, letting his fingers work faster, the head of his cock glistening as he points himself toward the ceiling.
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