In the quiet of his room, a man's imagination runs wild. He pictures himself, not alone, but the center of a writhing, moaning mass of bodies. Hands and mouths, wet and eager, work his cock, bringing him closer and closer to the edge. He hears their cries, feels their breath, tastes their desire. With a final, desperate stroke, he comes undone, his cum splattering the room, a lonely echo of the Bukkake fantasy that consumes his thoughts.