Pokaku, alone and untouched, gives in to his carnal desires. He begins by slowly rubbing his body, feeling every contour, every sensation. His cock hardens, and he wraps his hand around it, moving with increasing fervor. He leans back, his body arching with pleasure, his breath coming in short gasps. The room is filled with the scent of his musk, the sound of his hand moving against his flesh, and his soft, urgent moans. His body tenses, and with a final, shuddering breath, he finds his release.