Harry Louis, alone in his dimly lit, masculine lair, strips down, his hands roaming over his muscular body. His cock hardens, and he strokes it, a low moan escaping his lips. He lubes up, then, with a hungry look, he slips a finger into his ass, gasping at the sensation. He adds another, then another, his breathing growing ragged as he fists himself, his cock leaking pre-cum. He fucks his hand, his body tensing, until he can't hold back any longer, and he shoots his load, his body shuddering with pleasure.