Rico, a man of few words, finds solace in his solitary rituals. He strips naked, his body a canvas of tattoos and scars. He sprawls on the bed, his hand wrapped around his stiff cock. He teases himself, running his fingers along his shaft, cupping his balls, before returning to his slow, steady strokes. His breath hitches as he imagines filthy scenarios, his body tense with anticipation. He quickens his pace, his groans echoing in the empty room. With a final, shuddering breath, he comes, his body relaxing as he drifts into a sated sleep.