Tenpa's apartment transforms into a private theater for his masturbatory art. He starts slow, sensuously running his hands over his body, pinching his nipples, and cupping his balls. His cock hardens, tenting his shorts. He pushes them down, revealing his length, and begins to stroke, his hand moving in a steady rhythm. The room echoes with the sound of flesh on flesh, his breathing growing heavier. He changes pace, speeding up, his grip tightening. His body tenses, and with a final, powerful stroke, he comes, his cum spilling out, coating his hand and cock.