Geovasi, alone and unhurried, begins his private dance. His hand, warm and firm, wraps around his shaft, drawing out a low groan. The room fills with the symphony of his pleasure - the wet slap of skin on skin, the ragged breaths. He teases himself, slowing down, then speeding up, chasing that sweet release. Finally, with a final, desperate stroke, he comes undone, another load spilling forth, a secret only his body knows.