John Bronco strides barefoot through wet sand, his tattooed arms flexing under a hoodie logo as he grips a water bottle, muscles rippling under the tank top’s stretched fabric, shorts riding low over his ass. The ocean breeze parts his dark hair as he pauses, one hand resting on his hip, the other gripping the bottle tighter, his stance both confident and restless.
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