Jack Off: The Art of Self-Pleasure
In the quiet of his room, Jack strips down to nothing, his body bathed in the soft glow of the setting sun. He takes his time, running his hands over his chiseled abs, his touch leaving a trail of goosebumps. His cock, already hard, tents his boxers, and he can't help but give it a gentle squeeze through the fabric. With a groan, he pushes his boxers down, his cock springing free. He wraps his hand around it, stroking slowly, his eyes locked on the sight of his cock disappearing into his fist. His other hand cups his balls, rolling them gently, his breath coming in short gasps as he brings himself closer to the edge. His strokes become faster, his grip tighter, until he finally comes, his body shuddering as he spills his load onto the floor.