Aaron with Toy

Aaron's back for round two in as many days, grinning like a devil who just struck gold—last time was pure fire. The rubber cock sleeve calls to him, a sleek promise of twisted delight, and he dives right in, heart pounding. Arousal hits fast, thick and insistent; he slides the tube over his hardening shaft, the snug grip pulling a low groan from his throat. His mushroom tip crowns the edge, peeking out as he pumps up and down, rhythm building like a storm on the horizon. He pauses, chest heaving, and eases the toy off, fingers wrapping around bare skin to stroke himself raw. Then, with a sly flip, he inverts it—ribbed side now hugging inward, those bumps a wicked tease against his length. He slips it on again, the added friction igniting every nerve, pushing the heat higher, fiercer. Intensity coils tight, unyielding, until ecstasy shatters him. Bam—he erupts, spilling in hot, shuddering waves.