Luciano Pereira leans against the bedpost, his dark hair slick with sweat, while his muscular body bends over the mattress, fingers tracing his own skin as he works himself into a rhythm. The waterfall crashes behind him in the next frame, his legs spread wide on the bed, the rock beneath him rough under his palms as he positions himself for the next thrust. Every pose is deliberate, from the way he arches his back to the way he grips himself, the tension coiled tight in the air between the bed and the open air.
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