Big Wood

Landon Mycles grips his cock and balls, his hand a blur as he jacks off with urgent need. He kicks off his briefs, freeing himself completely, and keeps polishing his knob in a frenzy, soft coos and hums spilling from his lips like whispered secrets. Then, for that extra spark, he teases his manhole with a couple of fingers, tickling the sensitive ring until sparks fly. He leans back on the bench, sunlight pouring over his tensed abs like liquid gold, turning this blond beauty into a living sculpture of desire. His fist clenches tighter, flying faster up and down the rigid length of his love muscle. Pleasure builds in waves—his cries sharpen, growing wilder with each stroke—until he shatters, busting his nut in thick ropes that cream his skin in a sticky, triumphant release.