In the quiet of his room, a verified amateur finds solace in the most carnal of acts. His hand wraps around his engorged member, the sensation sending shivers down his spine. He begins to stroke, his grip firm yet gentle, as if learning every contour of his cock. His eyes flutter closed, imagining the touch of another, the taste of sweat, the scent of sex. His hand moves faster, his breath coming in short gasps. With a final, desperate stroke, he finds his release, his cock pulsing as it spills its load onto his stomach, a sticky, messy testament to his solo bliss.