Luke Hamill stands in the cap, fingers tracing his chest before the shirt slips away, his muscles flexing as he runs a hand down his own side. The shorts stay on long enough to let you see the way his arms cross, tight, deliberate, before they’re gone, leaving only the blond skin and the way he finally rests a palm over his crotch, then curls around himself. Every pose is a slow unraveling, from the casual tilt of his head to the last moment when his hands find his own body again.
By VirtuaGuy
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