Just For You

Ryan Rose beckons you into the bath with a sultry gaze, his fist already claiming a rigid erection. He glances up, lips curving in a teasing wish-you-were-here grin. He squeezes the shaft, elongates it with a slow pull, then circles the swollen head with his thumb. His free hand cups those heavy balls, rolling them gently. Feet pressed together, he braces against the tub's far edge, sending water sloshing in playful waves. A sparse trail of hair darts from his navel straight to the dark thatch at his groin. Eyes fluttering shut, he laces fingers behind his head, exposing a tuft of fur under his arm and that chiseled jaw. His hair falls just so, effortlessly flawless. Fingers trail down to graze his sleek chest, then pinch a pert, chestnut nipple. Now both hands seize his cock, stroking with purpose. He rises from the suds, pivots to offer a view, and eases two fingers into his smooth, eager hole. He thrusts them deep, burying them to the hilt. His right hand never quits on that throbbing length, pumping until it erupts in thick ropes of cum, splattering his rippled abs. With two fingers, he gathers the warm, musky load and savors it on his tongue, flashing a wicked smile. Now that's a proper wank.