As the sun creeps in, Kingjordan's solo boy stretches, his morning wood tenting the sheets. He groans, palming his thick, veiny cock through the fabric. Slipping his hand inside, he strokes, feeling the silky skin against his rough palm. The pleasure builds, his hips bucking as he fists his length, pre-cum beading at the tip. He imagines a tight, wet mouth enveloping him, pushing him closer to the edge. With a final, desperate stroke, he spills his load, panting and spent.