The elevator doors slide shut, leaving the black man alone with his thoughts and desires. His pants are around his ankles, exposing his powerful legs and the monster between them. He spits into his palm, lubricating his shaft for a smooth, wet punheta. His eyes roll back as he imagines the tight, wet pussy he craves, his hand working faster, the veins in his arm standing out in stark relief. The elevator jerks back to life, interrupting his solo session, but he doesn't care. He's found his release, and the world can wait.