As the last notes of his sorrowful melody fade, Young Gael retreats to his room, hand already on his cock. He strokes furiously, his imagination running wild with images of Ouçá. His moans grow louder, echoing through the house. Unbeknownst to him, Ouçá, hearing his pleasure, starts to touch herself too. When Gael finally explodes, she's right there to lick him clean, then mounts him, fucking him until they're both drenched in sweat and cum, their cries of ecstasy filling the house with a very different tune.