The bearded man with dark hair and a thick chest of muscle strokes himself, his fingers digging deep into his own skin as he lies on his side, then rolls onto his back with a groan, the sheets tangled around his thighs. His hairy chest rises and falls with each rough pull, every angle showing the way his grip tightens around his cock, his body locked in the same desperate rhythm. The white sheets catch the slickness of his palm as he flips onto his stomach, his ass raised, the weight of his own hand pressing down hard.
