Eat my cheese

The bearded man with dark hair pulls his tongue out, fingers gripping it tight as he strokes his own cheek with deliberate slowness. His mouth opens wide, tongue flicking and twisting under careful control, while his fingers trace the sensitive skin of his lips. The close-up captures every deliberate movement, from the way his tongue lingers on itself to the way his fingers guide it back in. Smegma glistens where his fingers linger, untouched and exposed.