A lone missionary, clad in his pristine uniform, paces his room, the weight of his religious vows heavy on his mind. His hands stray to his crotch, rubbing the growing bulge tenting his pants. With a quick glance at the door, he locks it and strips, his thick, uncut cock springing free. He strokes slowly at first, then builds speed, his breath hitching as he imagines sinful, forbidden acts. His precum slicks his shaft, and he uses it to lube up, his fist flying over his cock. He cums with a grunt, his hot load splattering across his uniform, the sight of his seed marking his sacred garments pushing him over the edge again.