Cameron Wilson sits on a wooden bench, his pale, muscular frame tense as he adjusts the white cloth between his legs. One hand grips the fabric tight while the other traces slow circles near his groin, fingers brushing just above the edge. Leaning back, then forward, he shifts the cloth with deliberate precision, the bench creaking under his weight. The only thing between his body and the air is the thin barrier of white, held just so.
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