Layover - Los Angeles, Part 3

Brandon Lewis knows exactly how to indulge himself. He sprawls across a plush, wide chair, his right hand his sole companion. He grips his cock, stroking it firm—each pull swelling it thicker, harder. With effortless command, he roams his body: fingers tracing his chest, kneading his thighs, cupping his balls. He even teases his asshole, dipping in as his strokes quicken. Eyes shut tight, head thrown back, he drives himself to a feverish edge. When release crashes over him, a thick rope of cum erupts, pooling warm on his belly. At last, he exhales, utterly sated.