Luca Carrera solo

Luca Carrera stretches across the bed, his lean frame taut as his fingers trace slow circles near his groin, then dip just past his asshole before returning to his stomach. The wooden headboard bites into his shoulder as he rolls onto his side, thighs spread, his hand hovering over his thigh before sliding back to his chest. Every movement is deliberate, his dark hair framing the tension in his jaw as he lies flat, fingers brushing his own skin with measured precision.