Ryan

Ryan, a 20-year-old mophead from Detroit, steps into the frame with that boy-next-door charm. Straight as an arrow, girlfriend waiting at home, he's a virgin to the lens—but those pistons are firing hot, and he's primed to unleash. He starts off a bit goofy, all that unruly hair flopping around, but peel back the layers and there's a solid build waiting: sharp, defined abs that carve down to arms sculpted from honest sweat. Damn, he's kinda cute in that unpolished way. He sheds his clothes with easy confidence, cock already stirring. Ready for the show, he wraps his hand around his shaft and starts pumping. Eyes squeezed shut, he builds the rhythm slow at first, then fierce, chasing that building heat. He flips to his back, legs splayed, then drops to his knees, arching to flash his hairy ass right at us—bold, unapologetic. Strokes quicken, marked by sharp gasps and low, ragged sighs that fill the air. He eases back into a sit, face twisting in that exquisite mix of grimace and grin as the edge creeps closer. 'I'm gonna cum,' he growls, voice thick with urgency. And he does—ropes of it shooting out in a messy, satisfying burst that leaves him spent and grinning.