Shawn Wiley's private audition begins with a slow tease. He runs his hands over his body, his touch lingering on his growing erection. The room is filled with the sounds of his breathing, of his skin against the fabric. Shawn's eyes are closed, his mind lost in his own fantasy. He grips his cock, his strokes becoming faster, more urgent. His body tenses, his muscles contracting as he finds his release, his cum spilling onto the floor.