The room is filled with the soft, rhythmic sound of flesh against flesh as Hoso71 indulges in his private moment. Madame's gentle snores are the only interruption to his steady pace, his hand working his hard cock with practiced ease. The air is thick with the scent of his arousal, the room bathed in the soft glow of the bedside lamp. His body tenses, a soft groan escaping his lips as he finds his release, the room echoing with the soft sound of his pleasure.