Curmudgeon691 indulges in a private concert of self-gratification, his body the instrument, and his pleasure the melody. He teases his sensitive flesh, the friction building a rhythmic beat. His strokes become more urgent, the tempo quickening like a musical passage reaching its climax. As the final note plays, he unleashes a torrent of cum, his body convulsing with the force of his release, leaving him drenched and breathless in the aftermath of his intimate symphony.