The bearded man in the tight blue jersey clutches the soccer ball like it’s his last possession, then strips it off in one quick motion, leaving nothing but sweat and the weight of his own body. His dark hair sticks to his forehead as he tosses the towel aside, flexing his hips with a smirk that says he’s been waiting for this since the first whistle blew. Every pose, thumb up, hand on chest, tongue licking his lips, is a flex, a taunt, a promise that the game’s just getting started.
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