The room is filled with the rhythmic sound of flesh on flesh, Tgrady1's solo dance of desire. His hand works his penis with increasing urgency, the head growing red and angry with need. As he nears his peak, he positions a shot glass beneath, capturing his release. With a groan, he fills the glass, his body shuddering as he comes. Once spent, he lifts the glass to his lips, downing the contents, his tongue chasing the last traces of his semen.