Max Flint sits shirtless on the bed, his red hair falling over his shoulders as he stretches across the sheets, fingers tracing the inked swirls on his chest. The wall behind him holds his weight as he leans, ass raised slightly, before sinking back onto the mattress to grip himself with deliberate, slow strokes. His slim frame moves with quiet focus, every touch deliberate, the tattooed skin glistening under the light.
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