Josh

Josh, that pale, willowy blond with nothing to say, strips bare and dives right in. Lithe and smooth, his long, thick dick stands proud. He could be a self-absorbed figure plucked from an Aubrey Beardsley sketch, all boyish innocence laced with mischief. His patrician air deepens the enigma, his alabaster skin glowing under the light. That huge cock flushes a deep reddish-purple, engorged and ready. He shakes it with a teasing flick, then strokes it lovingly, tenderly, lost in his own world. The narcissistic youth, detached and aloof, purses his lips in a petulant smirk. Finally, he erupts—shoots his load in a shuddering climax. This vain, jaded boy, so maddeningly distant, yet utterly irresistible. Josh, by gosh!