Obito's solo massage is a dance of self-discovery and pleasure. He starts with long, languid strokes, the oil on his skin making his body glisten under the soft bedroom light. His touch is firm yet tender, his fingers exploring every contour, every tense muscle. He takes his time, his body responding to his own touch, his nipples hardening, his breath quickening. When he finally reaches his aching cock, he wraps his hand around it, his grip tight, his strokes steady. His moans fill the room as he chases his release, his body tensing, his cock pulsing as he spills his load onto his stomach, a satisfied smile playing on his lips.