In the quiet comfort of his personal space, Poofmaster gives in to his desires. His small cock, a testament to his unique charm, stands erect, begging for attention. He wraps his hand around it, moving with a rhythm that's both comforting and arousing. The room is filled with the symphony of his pleasure, a private concert for one. His body arches, and with a final, shuddering breath, he finds his release, his cum painting his hand in warm, sticky patterns.