Punheta, in the throes of self-love, dances a private ballet. His hand, a willing partner, traces the curves of his body, lingering on his hardened nipples, before descending to grasp his stiff cock. He pumps, his movements rhythmic, his groans filling the room. His body arches, his orgasm imminent. He bites his lip, his grip tightening, his body convulsing as he spills his seed, satisfies but still yearning, punheta's dance never truly ending.