Hendrik, alone in his room, finds solace in his own company. The weight of the day's events lifts as he undoes his belt, letting his pants fall to the floor. His hand wraps around his hardening cock, stroking it to full length. He leans back, eyes closed, lost in the rhythm of his own touch. The room fills with the sound of his heavy breathing, each exhale a testament to his growing pleasure. His body tenses, muscles clenching as he nears the edge, finally releasing with a low groan, his hot seed spilling over his fingers.