The room is filled with the scent of lavender oil and the soft hum of relaxation music. Kdrzrk's masseur, a man of discipline and restraint, finds himself struggling to maintain his composure as he pictures the countless bodies he's touched, their soft moans echoing in his mind. His hand, strong and sure from years of practice, wraps around his throbbing cock, pumping slowly at first, then faster, as he chases the release he's denied himself for so long, in this private, sensual dance of self-pleasure.