Trystan Bull reclines on a couch, his dark hair framing a muscular frame while his tattooed arms rest near his groin, a toothbrush and watch held loosely in his grip. His legs spread wide as he leans back, fingers tracing the edge of his hole before gripping the toothbrush again, the watch dangling from his fingers. The decorative plants and clock in the background frame his relaxed dominance, every movement deliberate as he prepares to be stroked.
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