Verguda, in the quiet of his late-night sanctuary, finds solace in the simple pleasure of his own touch. His room, bathed in the soft glow of a single lamp, becomes his private playground. With a practiced hand, he works his cock, the veins throbbing under his firm grip. His body responds to his touch, muscles tensing as he builds towards his climax. Verguda's moans fill the room, a symphony of pleasure as he chases his release, his body shuddering as he finally finds it, painting his chest with his hot, sticky cum.