Rico, a man of few words, finds solace in his solitary rituals. Today, he's chosen his favorite worn-out chair, a well-worn path on the threadbare carpet leading to it. His hands, rough from years of manual labor, caress his thick, veiny cock with practiced ease. He's not in a rush, each stroke deliberate, drawing out the pleasure. His free hand squeezes his heavy balls, sending jolts of electricity through him. His eyes roll back as he finally reaches his peak, his body convulsing as he spills his load, a primal growl escaping his lips.