Masturbating in a gritty cinema house

Imagine finding yourself in a gritty cinema house, the kind that's seen better days, with worn-out seats and a musty smell that lingers in the air. The only other patron is an older gentleman, a daddy type, who seems to be lost in his own world. As you settle in, you can't help but notice his attention being drawn to your direction. You feel a tingle of excitement as he subtly encourages you to explore your desires. And so, you begin to stroke yourself, the thrill of the forbidden adding to the pleasure. The daddy watches, a smirk playing on his lips as he does the same, his hand moving rhythmically under the cover of his jacket. The dim lighting and the echoes of old films playing in the background create an atmosphere of dirty, cinematic pleasure. The tension builds, the seats creaking with each movement, the only sound in the deserted theater. The sight of the daddy stroking himself only adds fuel to the fire, making the experience even more exhilarating. And then, with a gasp, you reach your climax, the pleasure overwhelming. The daddy smiles, his own release evident under his jacket. The lights come back on, and the theater is as empty as it was before, leaving no trace of the intimate encounter.