Savanna

I zeroed in on his cock right away. Thick, uncut, hanging heavy between those thick thighs like it had a mind of its own. He stood there with zero shame, legs spread, letting me stare. One hand slid down to cup his balls while the other wrapped around the shaft, giving it a slow pull that made the foreskin roll back and reveal the fat head. His cock twitched under his grip and started to swell fast. He grinned at me like he knew exactly what kind of show he was putting on. By the time it was half-hard, a string of precum had already leaked out and stretched toward the floor. He rubbed his thumb over the slit and spread it around the head until it shone. Then he tilted his hips, showing me how heavy it really was, how it hung low and full like it wanted to slap against his thighs with every step. His balls swung beneath, tight and full, and he gave them a lazy squeeze that made me bite my lip. He caught the look and smirked wider, pumping once, slow and deliberate, until another bead of pre welled up and slid down the underside of his shaft.