As the moon casts its silver glow through the window, a lone man indulges in his late-night ritual. His hand, rough with callouses, strokes his engorged cock with practiced precision. The sound of his fist meeting flesh echoes in the silent room, punctuated only by his ragged breaths. The scent of precum fills the air as he nears his climax, his body tensing, ready to unleash his load.