Robertix, in the throes of solo passion, grips his substantial cock with a fervor that belies his solitude. His hand, slick with pre-cum, glides up and down his length, the friction sending electric jolts through his body. His breath hitches as he inches closer to release, his hips bucking as he coats his body in rope after rope of creamy, white cum, the sight of his seed painting his skin pushing him over the edge into blissful oblivion.