Awakening to the warmth of the sun, Rimmor stretches languidly, his hand wandering down to grasp his already hardening cock. He strokes slowly, his pre-come coating his fingers, as he leans back against the pillows. His belly, taut and toned, quivers as he picks up the pace, his breath hitching in his throat. He smears the cream along his abs, indulging in the sensation of his slick skin.