A lone man, undressing in his dimly lit room, takes his throbbing member in hand, his breath quickening as he begins to stroke. His eyes close, lost in fantasy, as his grip tightens, moving with increasing urgency. The scent of his pre-cum fills the air, a musky promise of what's to come. He groans, his hand a blur, until with a final cry, he erupts, his thick, creamy seed painting the room in a rain of cum, each shot landing with a wet slap against the walls and floor.