This man knows the language of his own body, speaking to it in whispers and caresses. He starts slow, his touch feather-light, his strokes languid. His body responds, his nipples hardening, his cock twitching, eager for more. He obliges, his touch becoming more insistent, more urgent. He knows every secret spot, every sensitive nerve ending, and he plays them like a symphony, his body his instrument. His breath comes in ragged gasps, his moans fill the room, and his body tenses, his cock pulsing as he finds his release, his cum coating his hand and his chest, a testament to his self-love.