Tristan Phoenix

Tristan Phoenix reigns as the Masturbator Extraordinaire. Jacking off forms his daily ritual—morning, noon, night. Now, for his debut solo on film, he unveils his prowess to the world. From the tight denim prison, Tristan's cock surges forth like a phoenix reborn—bold, unyielding. He grips his thick shaft, utterly at ease, inhaling the raw musk of his own armpit. Pants slip away next. He twists and coils on the sheets, hand never ceasing its rhythm while fingers roam his heated skin. Craving more fire, he plunges digits deep into his ass. Intensity builds; veins bulge on his forehead. Eyes squeeze shut. Neck strains taut. Gasps slice the silence. Sweat gleams across his chest like liquid desire, and even his hole clenches in eager throbs as he hurtles toward release. When climax hits, ropes of cum whip out in generous arcs. Tristan savors every drop—never a letdown, least of all for him.