Man Up

Logan Scott burns with urgent need. Heat coils tight in his gut, demanding release—only his own grip will do. He slips a hand inside his pants, fingers closing around his rigid cock. He strokes it firmly, each pull sending sparks through his veins. The pleasure surges, addictive, impossible to resist. He works his shaft with languid, purposeful glides, savoring the throb. Then he spreads his ass cheeks wide, teasing his asshole with feather-light circles that make him shiver. His other hand cups his balls, rolling them gently, kneading the weight until tension peaks. Every caress builds the fire, deliberate and raw, until the stud arches and unleashes his load in hot, pulsing jets.