Dripping Wet 3

He stands alone in the frame. Light hits his skin like it knows him. One hand moves slow down his stomach, then lower, until his fingers wrap around his cock. He strokes without hurry, watching himself thicken. His other hand traces his own chest, pinches a nipple, then slips behind to grab his ass. He spreads his cheeks, just enough to show. Then the hand returns, both working now. One pulling on his shaft, the other teasing his balls. His breathing grows heavier. Every stroke shows he knows exactly how he likes it. His hips push forward into his grip. His mouth parts. His thighs tense. The camera lingers on the way his cock glistens, the wet sound of each pass. He brings himself closer with steady control, no rush, just the deliberate build of a man who wants to feel every second. When he finally comes, it’s strong and thick, spilling over his knuckles, down his shaft. He keeps stroking through it, slower now, until the last drop falls and his body settles into the afterglow.