Albert's fingers dance over his clit, circling and pressing, as he inches closer to the edge. His body tenses, and his moans grow louder. He can feel it, the pressure building, the heat in his core. And then, with a gasp, it's happening. He's squirting, his fluids gushing out, soaking his hand and the floor beneath him. He's a mess, but he couldn't care less. He's never felt so alive.