Shaun Mann’s smooth, blond body bends as he licks his own nipple, fingers tracing the silver ring in his ear while the camera lingers on the, intimate detail. Kaiden Spencer isn’t there, just the close-up focus on Mann’s taut skin, the way his mouth moves over himself, the piercing glinting under the light. The only sound is the wet sound of his tongue, the only motion the slow drag of his fingers through his own flesh.
