Matt Spiers sits on the edge of a bed, shirt clutched in his hand, his dark hair falling over a lean, smooth chest as he peels it off. The tattoo on his left arm glints under the light, while his fingers grip a water bottle close to his groin, teasing himself with slow, deliberate strokes. Lying back, he stretches out fully exposed, the bottle shifting between his mouth and his cock as he works himself open.
