Daniel's girl has left him alone, horny and frustrated. He decides to take matters into his own hands, quite literally. Sinking into his favorite chair, he pulls out his stiff cock, already leaking with anticipation. He runs his hand up and down the length, feeling the heat, the pulse. His strokes are deliberate, teasing, drawing out his pleasure. He pictures her, her body, her moans, as he works himself harder, faster. His muscles clench, his body tenses, and with a final, shuddering stroke, he comes, painting his chest and belly with his load.