Milan Manes stretches across the couch, legs splayed wide as he kneels behind himself, fingers tracing his own hole before leaning back to expose it. His dark hair frames a body built for control, every stretch and squat a deliberate flex of power. Kneeling on the couch, he bends forward until his asshole is fully open, then shifts to cross-legged, legs bent just enough to tease the tightness between them. The couch becomes his stage, sprawled, kneeling, or lying flat, each position a different angle on the strength and precision of his movements.
