Frankie Quinn strips in slow, deliberate movements, his dark hair and thick beard framing a body covered in ink, tattoos snaking up his arms, down his chest, and across his legs as he sits, leans, and squats on the couch. His muscles ripple under the light as he shifts from shirted to underwear to nothing, legs spread wide before he finally lies back, gripping himself with a steady, unhurried grip. The couch stays in the background, the potted plant silent, while his focus remains entirely on the act.
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