The house is silent, save for the soft clicking of the keyboard and the rhythmic sound of flesh against flesh. Our lonesome masturbator has found his niche in the late-night chat rooms, where inhibitions are shed like old skin. He's become a regular, his avatar a beacon of horniness amidst the sea of strangers. Tonight, he's decided to put on a show, his hand working his cock with practiced ease as he describes in explicit detail what he's doing to his eager audience. His eyes roll back, his body tense as he finally succumbs to the inevitable, his laptop filling with the evidence of his self-pleasure.