Chris Hollander stands by the riverbank, his light hair catching the sunlight as he leans against rough stones, fingers tracing slow circles over his own cock. The water laps close, and he squats low, gripping himself with deliberate pressure while his smooth, slim body bends just enough to tease the air. Hands hover near his face, fingers brushing his lips before returning to the thick heat between his legs. Every pose is deliberate, every touch a show of control.
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