Claudio Marques strokes himself

Claudio Marques flexes his arms in tight green swim trunks, the ink on his chest and arms shifting as he shifts his weight, one hand gripping his own cock through the fabric. His dark hair falls forward as he leans back, the necklace around his neck catching the light, while his biceps ripple under the camera’s gaze. The way he holds himself, hands behind his head, then resting on his arm, makes every movement deliberate, every flex a promise of what’s coming next.