Karlos Armandes (part 2)

Karlos Armandes stands shirtless in a yellow shirt, cigarette dangling from his lips as he adjusts his red underwear, his dark hair framing a muscular frame that shifts between poses, leaning on a hand, one palm resting on his hip, another on his ass, the towel clutched loosely as he squats. The red fabric clings tight before slipping away, leaving only the strength of his body, the way his fingers trace his face or grip his head as he moves. Every angle captures the tension of the moment, the slow reveal of what’s beneath.