Speedos, G-Strings et méfait d’été

The sun's high, the tide's rolling in, and the vibe's pure mischief. Sand clings, muscles shine, and not much is left to the imagination. Just a man, a glint of fabric, and a beach that doesn't judge. Speedos, G-strings, and that bold kind of freedom you can almost taste heat, laughter, and a little danger in the air.