Big Wood

Zac Blake stands there in nothing but his tighty-whities, his hand wrapped around his cock, stroking with deliberate intent. The fabric strains against his engorged length, a taut barrier begging release, so he shakes them off in one swift motion. Now fully bare, he grips himself harder, pumping with abandon. He rises then, bending over to bare his ass to the air. Fingers tease the tight ring of his hole before plunging in, two tips exploring the warm depths. Satisfied for the moment, he straightens and returns to his slender, smooth dick, hand gliding smoothly up and down the rigid pole. He massages it, kneads the sensitive flesh, lost in the building heat. Eyes flutter shut, head tilts back in surrender as his rhythm quickens—flying back and forth along the shaft until ecstasy crashes over him, cum erupting in hot, pulsing waves.