Leo Winston stands shirtless, his muscular frame flexing as he adjusts the grip on a tool, the weight of his erection pressing against his pants. The couch behind him, draped with red flowers, watches as he shifts forward, the fabric creaking under his shifting body. His clean-shaven jaw tightens with focus, the tool clutched tight as he leans in closer, the tension in his posture undeniable.
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