A lone, faceless figure in a dimly lit room, his hand rhythmically stroking his rigid member. The air is thick with anticipation and the soft sounds of wet flesh meeting flesh. A single beam of light from a nearby window catches the glistening trails of pre-cum dripping from his engorged head, a tantalizing preview of the impending eruption. He groans, his body tensing, and the first rope of hot, milky cum flies out, arching gracefully through the air before landing with a soft plop on the glass surface before him. He watches, transfixed, as he continues to pump out load after load, each one leaving a new mark, a testament to his pleasure.