Lachlan Wolf strips down in slow, deliberate poses, his dark hair and thick beard framing a body built for strength as he shifts from the couch to a chair, towel clutched low over his groin before slipping free. Every stretch, every lean into the armrest, leaves the shirtless frame exposed, his hands gripping his head, his asshole bared as he bends, the towel forgotten. The only sound is the fabric dragging against skin, the weight of his own muscles pulling him into each frame.
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