With a eager grip, he clutches his throbbing member, feeling the pulse of life beneath his fingertips. The room fills with the lewd sounds of his hand jobs, the slick noises of his palm sliding up and down his length, the wet smacks as he squeezes his cockhead. His body tenses, muscles taut as he nears climax, his breath coming in ragged gasps. With a final, desperate stroke, he spills his load, ropes of cum painting his abdomen, a testament to his solitary, sinful pleasure.