Rocky Vallarta stretches across the couch, his dark hair falling over his shoulders as he leans back with a slow, confident smile, fingers already tracing the smooth skin of his chest before slipping lower. The muscles in his arms ripple as he shifts, shirt clinging to his body before it’s pulled off entirely, leaving him bare as he settles into poses, seated, reclined, one hand drifting down to grip himself with deliberate ease. Every movement is deliberate, every glance knowing, the couch the only stage as he works himself open with practiced hands.
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