Under the soft glow of a bedside lamp, Murf's solo performance begins, a private concert for one. He stretches out on the rumpled sheets, his hand sliding down his torso, tracing the lines of his body. His breath hitches as he wraps his fingers around his hardening cock, the sensation sending shivers through him. His strokes are slow, deliberate, each one drawing out a soft moan. He arches into his touch, his body tensing as he nears his peak, his release washing over him in warm waves.