Isolated in his private sanctuary, he gives in to his most carnal cravings. His hand works his rigid member with practiced ease, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room. His breath comes in ragged gasps, his heart pounding like a drum in his chest. He's close, so close, his body coiling like a snake ready to strike. With a guttural groan, he finds his release, his seed spilling forth, a sticky, warm mess that he smears across his sweat-slicked skin.