Jay Mercer strips slow, his dark hair damp with sweat as he flexes bare-chested in the tank top, the stars and stripes clinging to his chest before slipping free. One arm stretches overhead, muscles rippling as he leans on the bed’s edge, then drops to the floor to pose with legs spread wide, the fabric finally falling away to reveal his full, glistening body. Every movement is deliberate, hands gripping his own thighs, shoulders rolling back, the camera catching the way his skin catches the light.
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