In the quiet of his room, a man, driven by an insatiable hunger, unzips his fly, revealing his throbbing cock. He strokes it gently, feeling the velvety skin against his fingers, his grip tightening as his need grows. His breathing deepens, his hips thrusting in rhythm with his hand. The room fills with the sound of flesh slapping against flesh, and the scent of his musk. He's close, his body tensing, his cock swelling. With a final, powerful stroke, he spills his load, ropes of cum shooting onto his abs.