Kris Evans

Kris Evans kneels in the garden, his dark hair catching the light as he bends low, hands gripping the earth while his muscular frame stretches tight against the sunlit grass. The wall behind him holds him steady as he shifts into a squat, ass raised high, the smooth skin of his back glistening under the open sky. Every pose, leaning on his knees, pressing his palm into the dirt, standing with one hand braced against stone, shows the way his body moves, controlled and deliberate, the garden his only audience.