Matthew Robinson, in the privacy of his room, strips naked and reclines on his bed. His hand grips his rigid cock, stroking it languidly. His breaths deepen as he picks up the pace, his hips bucking slightly. Pre-cum beads at the tip, and he uses it to lubricate his shaft, the wet sound of his hand working his dick filling the room. His muscles tense, and he lets out a low groan as he reaches his peak, his hot cum shooting out in ropes, painting his abs.