Anonymity cloaks these two figures in a dimly lit room, only their silhouettes betraying their presence. A cock, thick and long, is the first to emerge from the shadows, swaying gently with its own weight. A hand, unseen but felt, begins to stroke it, the rhythm steady and confident. A gasp escapes, a sign of pleasure, as the unseen figure leans in, their breath hot on the exposed flesh. The cock twitches, a bead of pre-cum forming at the tip, a silent invitation.