Brice

A touch of innocence lingers in this blue-eyed marvel, his swimmer's frame sleek and smooth. Words escape him; fun pulls him in. Brice wastes no time, peeling off his clothes for the lens. Shy at first, uncertain, he flashes nervous smiles that melt away as his hand wraps around his shaft, tugging with growing rhythm. He plays for us, locking eyes with the camera, his wide gaze a teasing invitation. Brice knows his triggers—and ours. He strokes his cock, cups his balls, slips fingers into his ass, chasing ecstasy until he's lost in the haze. We're drawing names now. Lucky one gets to lap him clean.