Art's self-love ritual is a feast for the senses. He starts by savoring his own rigid cock, his tongue tracing the veins, his lips stretching wide to accommodate his thickness. His body writhes in pleasure, his hands gripping his thighs as he sucks himself with increasing fervor. Art then shifts his focus, his feet eagerly taking over. He grinds his soles against his length, his toes curling as he stimulates his cock with his feet. His breath comes in short gasps, his body coated in a sheen of sweat as he brings himself to a toe-curling, foot-job induced orgasm.