Thomas Johnson stands with his arm flexed, the dark hair framing a body built for strength, his fingers tracing his own cock as he leans against a tree. The same hands grip the couch’s edge later, his cross-legged pose revealing the thick length he strokes, then the full weight of him sprawled out as he leans back, letting the couch support his every movement. The outdoor light catches his smooth skin, the indoor glow softens the angles of his muscles, each position, each shift, a deliberate display of power and control.
