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Every single room kicks off with the same heart-stopping routine. A hunky twunk plants himself in front of the mirror cam, hits a casual double biceps so every striation in his shoulders and arms pops under the ring light, then grabs the hem of his tank top or hoodie and drags it upward in agonizing slow motion. Abs appear first, eight perfectly separated ridges that ripple when he breathes, then bouncing pecs that jump the second the fabric clears them. He tosses the shirt aside with a smirk that says he knows exactly what he’s doing, runs one big hand down the center of his torso, hooks both thumbs in his waistband, flexes his lower abs so the V deepens, and asks in that deep, just-deep-enough voice, “You ready for the rest, or should I make you wait?” The chat explodes into pure chaos before the pants even move an inch.
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