Kyle Denton strips down in front of the couch, his muscular frame flexing as he dries off with a towel, the light skin of his torso glistening under the neutral tones of the room. Sitting back with deliberate ease, he runs his hands over his own body, fingers tracing the defined lines of his chest before slipping lower, where the close-up lingers on the slow, deliberate touch of his own cock. The couch cushions dip as he leans into it, squatting just enough to give himself better access, the act and unhurried as he works himself open.
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