Samuel flexes in the cap, his dark hair slicked back as he adjusts his grip on his own cock, thick, heavy, and already glistening with precome. One hand clutches the base while the other strokes slow, deliberate circles, his muscles rippling under the light as he tilts his head back, sunglasses perched on his forehead. The jacket slung over his shoulders doesn’t hide the way his fingers dig into his thigh, the number 06 stitched into his underwear catching the eye before he shifts, palm pressing flat against his chest. Every pose is deliberate, every touch measured, as he works himself open with a focus that doesn’t waver.
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