Jack Griffin sits on the edge of the bed, his chest hair dark against the blue sheets, fingers clasped tight as he leans back, the weight of his erection pressing against the fabric. His head lolls slightly, mouth half-open, while one hand rests heavy on his forehead, the other gripping the sheets. The camera lingers on his cock, thick and flushed, before he shifts forward, arms draped behind his head, legs parting just enough to show the strain of his own need.
