Ethan Roberts stands shirtless against the kitchen island, his muscular arms flexing as he leans in to grab something from the cabinet, the dark hair on his chest catching the light. The countertop bears his fingers as he shifts, the light skin tone of his back glistening with sweat, every pose deliberate, every movement calculated to show off what he’s hiding beneath. By the end, he’s stripped down completely, the only thing left to reveal his ass, exposed, unapologetic, and perfectly framed.
