Forlorn and abandoned by his wife, a man finds solace in the throes of self-pleasure. He strokes his thick, veiny BBC, the sound of his hand sliding up and down the shaft echoing through the empty house. His mind races with images of his wife, but he pushes them aside, focusing instead on the growing pressure in his loins. He jerks harder, faster, until finally, he erupts, ropes of hot, creamy cum painting the walls and floor, a silent testament to his loneliness and desire.