Nate strokes his hard cock alone on the couch, breath ragged and heavy

In a plain cap and nothing else, Nate settles back against the dark couch cushions and wraps his fist around his stiff dick. His free arm drapes along the seat back as he works the shaft, thumb dragging over the head on every stroke. His breathing turns rough, jaw tight, eyes fixed somewhere past the room while his hand keeps a steady pace. He squeezes harder near the tip, hips lifting slightly off the fabric as he jerks himself right to the edge.