The blond, broad-shouldered man kneels in the sunlit sand, his bare chest glistening as he grips the waistband of his blue shorts, revealing a tight, veined cock already straining forward. His dark hair falls just past his shoulders, and his clean-shaven jaw tightens as he pulls the fabric down, letting the wind catch the damp, heavy weight of his balls. The ocean crashes behind him, but his focus is locked on the wet, eager mouth waiting just below his grip.
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