Paul

The tattooed, muscular man with dark hair stretches across the massage table, his smooth skin glistening as he bends and arches under the weight of his own body. He grips the edge, legs splayed wide, before sinking lower, his hole exposed, slick with anticipation, while the table’s cold surface presses into his back. The tattoos on his arms ripple as he shifts, each movement deliberate, the air thick with the sound of his breath and the slow drag of his fingers against the tabletop.