Lex Anders sits on the couch, legs spread wide, his dark hair and thick beard framing a hairy chest as he strips off his underwear with slow, deliberate hands. The brick wall behind him makes his muscular frame loom larger, every movement deliberate, kneeling, leaning back, then lying flat on his back as his fingers trace his own body. The couch becomes his stage, the wooden panel backdrop forgotten as he shifts from posing to squatting, then finally collapsing onto his side, fully exposed.
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