Angelo Godshack stands blindfolded, his dark hair framing a muscular frame as he adjusts his shorts with deliberate precision. The gray couch beneath him bears the weight of his stretch, fingers tracing the curve of his ass before he drops to his knees, hole gaping open. His clean-shaven jaw tightens as he leans forward, the blindfold obscuring nothing but his own focus.
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