Eyes locked onto B. Jewel's alluring form, an 18-year-old devotee takes matters into his own hands. His rhythmic strokes quicken, his grip tightening as his excitement builds. The room fills with the scent of his arousal, his moans echoing off the walls. His body tenses, and with a guttural groan, he unleashes his load, leaving a messy tribute to his teen crush across her image.