Troy

Troy arrives with a single mission, laser-focused, nothing pulling him off course. This crew-cut charmer crackles like a firecracker on the fuse. He wraps one hand around his dick, stroking with steady rhythm, while the other cups his balls, cradling them gently. Concentration etches his face—he purses his lips tight, squeezes his eyes shut. His body gleams with muscle, upper torso bronzed from the sun, but below, his crotch, legs, and that plump, booty-licious ass glow pale and untouched. He pumps faster, hand blurring now, building to the edge. Then he erupts, cum spilling hot and thick. Gasping, Troy declares it pure bliss, just as he'd imagined. He might return for more—hell, he should—but tonight, he's off to burn cash and drown in booze. Better show up again, Troy, or we'll tan that creamy hide ourselves.