Finn Kline strokes his smooth, dark-haired body against the red van’s rusted metal while his fingers dig into his own asshole, the slick sound of his tongue tracing his hole before he grips his cock and pumps it hard. He kneels between his spread legs, sucking his own shaft deep until his knuckles flash wet as he pulls back, then flips onto his side to press a small object against his puckered entrance, fingers already working it open. The way he shifts from lying on his back to his side, cock glistening, asshole stretched, shows exactly how far he’ll go.
