Fingers pry open beige briefs stretched across hairy thighs, and the thick cock springs free onto rumpled red sheets, veins bulging as hands grip and stroke with slow insistence. Does that swollen head pulse harder when fingertips circle the ridge, pulling skin taut over the girth? Pubic hair mats against flushed skin while palms slide up and down the shaft, coaxing it to full rigid length amid the soft bedding. The head darkens to deep pink under repeated tugs, slickness gathering at the tip as strokes quicken with building rhythm. Hands never falter, squeezing base to crown until every inch throbs visibly on display.