Shoot

Rob Cryston stands alone in the center of the frame, his lean body still and focused. He wraps his fingers around his cock and strokes it with steady, unhurried pulls, feeling it swell and harden in his hand. His grip tightens, sliding smoothly from base to head as his breathing deepens. Every motion is deliberate. His eyes half-close. The muscles in his forearm flex with each stroke, and a flush spreads across his chest. He works himself with quiet purpose, building pressure that grows heavier in his balls. His hips shift forward, chasing the sensation. A single bead of pre-cum surfaces, glistening, and he rubs his thumb through it, spreading the slickness over his shaft. The motion grows firmer, more insistent, until his thighs tense and his abs pull tight. His rhythm never falters. Each stroke brings him closer, breath quickening, body ready to give in.