Conner Habib

Conner Habib catches the eye—a sharp, handsome man with effortless style, his jaw shadowed by a few days' stubble. Dark fur scatters across his torso and belly, framing a cock and balls that demand attention. He settles in, hand wrapping around his shaft, stroking slow at first, building to a feverish rhythm that sends his head lolling against the couch. His tongue darts in and out, teasing the air, while his face twists in raw ecstasy. One hand pumps relentlessly; the other slips lower, fingers circling and probing his asshole with deliberate hunger. Pleasure ripples through him— toes curling tight, then arching high. He lifts an arm, tongue tracing the salty curve of his armpit. Fingers pinch and twist his nipples, drawing sharp breaths. Pants turn to ragged gasps, building to a crescendo of tortured moans until he cries out, body seizing as cum erupts in thick, explosive bursts. He slumps back, a lazy smile curving his lips, before signing off.