The lean, dark-haired man with light body hair sprawls across the bed, fingers tracing his own hole as he shifts between positions, sitting, squatting, legs spread, each movement exposing the tight asshole glimpsed in close-up. His hands rest on his chest, thighs, or crotch, tracing lines that never stray from the focus: the way his body bends, the way his fingers press just right. The blue sheets stay in place while he does it all, no distractions, no pauses.
