In the heat of the moment, Spyrosparada's subject can't wait for your return. He takes matters into his own hands, literally. His member throbs in his palm as he works it, fantasies of you consuming his mind. He envisions your shared moments, your touch, your taste, each memory driving him closer to release. His breath hitches, body trembling as he spills his seed, a satisfied groan echoing through the empty room.