Austin Avery’s smooth, sun-kissed skin glistens under the light as he stretches, his light hair falling just past his shoulders, while Carter Collins stands behind him, bearded and broad-shouldered, his grip firm on the red underwear clutched in his hand. The fabric clings to Avery’s lean frame, highlighting the way his muscles ripple with every deliberate movement, his posture both confident and deliberate. Collins watches, his presence unspoken but commanding, as Avery bends forward, the red thread of the underwear taut against his ass.
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