How could anyone resist fresh-faced innocent Billy Brandt? Especially when we find him just waking up, shaking off the cobwebs and still tangled in his sheets? He begins massaging his dick, staring languidly into the camera with a pouty come-hither look. He pants and coos as he wanks away, tickling his asshole and cupping his balls. He gets up on his knees and steadily continues to stroke himself, then lays back down again to work his meat more vigorously. He finally shoots his wad then sinks back down, all spent and dreamy-eyed.