Ric Hammer wipes sweat from his shaved head, muscles taut as he leans over a surface, his smooth skin glistening under the green and black backdrop. The yellow towel lies discarded as he bends forward, fingers tracing his own length with deliberate precision, his posture shifting between rest and motion. Arms crossed, then relaxed, he sits on the edge of the surface, the chalkboard’s stark lines framing each deliberate touch.
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