Big Wood

Landon Conrad savors a warm, lazy day alone, his schedule blissfully empty. Tucked amid a shady cluster of trees, he unleashes his trunk-like cock and wraps his fist around its rigid length. He strokes up and down with effortless rhythm, the heat building like a secret fire. Lost in the haze, he drives himself to a feverish edge. Eyes squeezed shut, his square jaw sets firm, unyielding. He tugs and pulls with deliberate force, then slips a fingertip into his tight asshole to sharpen the thrill, every sensation coiling tighter. Fist flying faster now, he wrenches his meat in a blur until release crashes over him—an explosive burst of jism spilling free.