Marcus Santos sits on the couch, his dark hair falling forward as he grips a green leaf-shaped object near his face, fingers flexing against the smooth muscle of his arms. He stretches back, legs raised high, the couch’s edge cutting into his shoulders as he works himself open with slow, deliberate strokes. The leaf slides between his fingers, discarded as he leans forward, the couch’s fabric creasing beneath his weight.
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