A soft, sweet voice echoes through the house, "Cu non dễ thương," as a young teen, unseen, begins his private dance. His fingers trace the curves of his lithe body, pausing at his hardening cock. He strokes gently, his breath hitching, as he imagines forbidden thoughts. His grip tightens, matching the rhythm of his heart. His moans are barely a whisper, but they grow louder as his pleasure peaks. He gasps, his body convulsing as he paints his belly with his cum.