The room is filled with the sound of steady, rhythmic strokes, the wet, slapping noise of flesh against flesh. The air is thick with the scent of pre-cum, a heady aroma that only serves to fuel his hunger. His cock is rock hard, straining towards him, begging for release. He grips it tightly, his fingers barely able to meet around its girth. With a final, shuddering groan, he succumbs to his solo pleasure, painting the room with his hot, sticky seed.