In the dimly lit, warm room, a solitary figure lies back, his hand already wrapped around his throbbing cock. He's alone, but the thought of an unseen audience spurs him on. His strokes are steady, purposeful, as he builds himself up, his breath coming in ragged gasps. The first ropes of cum arc through the air, landing on his chest and belly, glistening in the soft light. He's far from done, his hand never slowing, his body tensing as he releases again and again, painting himself in his own desire.