Paul Tiller flexes his arms in the mirror, water glistening on his smooth, muscular skin as he grips a spray bottle, then bends low, ass raised over the toilet. His light hair clings to his shoulders as he stretches legs wide, phone clutched in one hand, before slamming his palms against the tiled wall. Every pose sharpens the definition of his body, from hips to stretched thighs, all captured in the, unfiltered grip of his own strength.
