The weight of the day's stress bearing down on him, Tĩnh seeks solace in his most private of rituals. His heart pounding, he locks the door behind him, his hand already reaching for the zipper of his pants. His cock springs free, throbbing and eager for his touch. He wraps his fingers around the shaft, feeling the pulse of life beneath his skin. His strokes are slow, deliberate, each one sending a jolt of pleasure through his body. His breath comes in ragged gasps as he nears his climax, his body tensing as he releases, his essence coating his hand in a warm, sticky mess.