Lance Luciano’s dark hair glistens as he licks his own hand, then trails his tongue over his smooth, muscular chest, his movements deliberate and unhurried. The close-up shots catch every slick stroke across his shoulder and neck, the bathroom setting forgotten as he focuses on the taste of his own skin. His body is all sharp angles and controlled intensity, every lick a slow, deliberate exploration.
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