Chris Rufino, Gpg's newest heartthrob, entices with a slow, sultry dance. He peels off his shirt, baring his chiseled physique, glistening with a hint of sweat. His hands roam, caressing his chest, his abs, his back, as if he's exploring his own body for the first time. He spins, his leather pants hugging his ass, before slipping them off, leaving him in a black jockstrap that clings to his bulge, promising more.