The man, alone in his private space, begins his ritual, fingers dancing over his jeans before unbuttoning them to reveal his stiff cock. He spits into his palm, lubricating his grip as he starts a steady pace, his eyes closed, lost in his fantasy. His strokes become faster, more urgent, his breathing ragged. The room is filled with the sound of his hand meeting his cock, wet and rhythmic. With a final groan, he comes undone, his cock pulsing as ropes of cum streak across his stomach, his body shuddering with the intensity of his release.