The blond squats low over the stool, his smooth, lean body flexing as he bends forward with deliberate control, fingers gripping the edge. His white shirt rides up just enough to reveal the dip of his waist before he strips it off, tossing it aside with a smirk. Leaning back on the stool, arms stretched high, he arches his spine, the light catching the faint lines of his muscles. Then he drops into a deep squat, hole open and ready, before pushing up again with a slow, confident smile.
