Watch: A Woody In The Woods

The bearded man kneels in the damp earth, his thick fingers working the tight ring of his own asshole while the blindfold muffles the rustle of leaves above. Muscles ripple as he flexes, the blue mat beneath him stained with sweat and the slow, deliberate pressure of his own hand. When he finally lies back, the woods swallow the sound of his breath, just the wet slap of his palm against skin and the way his body arches, blind to everything but the burn of his own touch.