The man's hard cock tents his pants, a lewd tentpole announcing his arousal. He's alone, but that doesn't stop him from indulging in his desires. He unzips, his cock springing free, already leaking pre-cum. He spits into his palm, lubricating his length, before wrapping his hand around it. His grip is tight, his strokes firm and steady, a rhythm he's mastered over years of solo sessions. His grunts fill the room, echoing his pleasure as he edges closer to release.