Johnny Miles stands alone against a railing, gripping his cock hard enough to make his lean body tense, before collapsing onto a bench and then a couch, his dark hair catching the light as he spreads his legs wide. The camera lingers on his smooth, bare skin, close enough to see the stretch of his asshole, the slickness of his cock as he works it, the way his fingers dig into the fabric when he’s done. Every position is deliberate, every angle, from the urban backdrop to the intimate close-ups where the only focus is the heat between his thighs.
