Phillip, a California native with a penchant for sun-kissed skin and tousled hair, retreats to his sanctuary, the scent of ocean breeze and sex filling the air. His nimble fingers dance along his length, drawing out moans that echo in the empty room. He pictures a faceless lover, their hands intertwined, bodies pressed together in a dance as old as time. His strokes become feverish, his body arching as he spills his load, his cries of pleasure filling the room.