The room is bathed in a soft, warm glow, the only sound the soft hum of the computer as a solo figure sits, legs spread wide, a growing tent in their pants. They lean back, their hand snaking into their pants, pulling out their rock-hard cock. They stroke it slowly, their eyes locked onto the screen, a soft moan escaping their lips as they pick up the pace. The room fills with the sound of their wet, eager strokes, their breath coming in ragged gasps as they chase their release.