Henry Evans stretches across the brown leather couch, his dark hair falling over his forehead as he licks his lips and strokes himself with slow, deliberate fingers. The cigarette dangling from his mouth contrasts with the way his fingers glide over his cock, his legs spread wide as he leans back into the cushions. Behind him, string lights flicker against the yellow flowers on the couch, framing the way he poses with one hand resting on his head, lost in the motion.
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