Dripping Wet 3

Parker London has that easygoing charm, the type you'd grab a beer with. Stars ink his knuckles and left arm in swirling patterns, but his muscled frame stays smooth, almost pristine. He starts a solo game of handball, gripping his cock with bold assurance. He spits on the tip, letting saliva slick the way as his fist pumps up and down in a seamless rhythm. To heighten the thrill, he slips fingers into his asshole, teasing himself deeper. Tension coils through his body like a spring. Yet he keeps at it, yanking harder, faster—until release erupts, his homemade brew splattering across his belly in hot, sticky ropes.