Steve Collins stretches out on the bed, legs splayed wide as his hairy chest rises with each breath, the lean frame tensed in slow, deliberate movements. His light brown hair falls forward as he shifts onto a chair, fingers digging into the fabric while his hole glistens in the close-up frame. Kneeling on the couch, he arches back, the spread of his thighs framing the tight, waiting entrance before sinking down again.
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