In a solitary act of worship, Masturbaiter conjures a symphony of sound and splatter, his hand a blur as he chokes his cock in tribute to Lady Carla. The room echoes with his grunts and the wet slap of flesh on flesh. His body tenses, and with a roar, he releases, coating Carla's face in a glistening, sticky canvas of his adoration. Cum drips down her cheeks, her chin, as she relishes the sensation of becoming his art.