In a dimly lit room, the anticipation builds as the camera zooms in on a throbbing member. The performer, with beads of sweat trickling down, starts to stroke with increasing intensity. The room is filled with the sound of skin slapping against skin, the only other noise the occasional grunt of pleasure. Suddenly, the rhythm picks up, and with a final, powerful stroke, a thick, creamy load shoots out, coating the performer's chest and hand.