Chris, in the throes of his own world, secludes himself in a corner during the VMAs. His eyes feast on the nearest pair of heaving breasts, causing his cock to strain against his pants. He unzips, allowing his hard dick to spring free, the cool air a stark contrast to the heat radiating from his body. His hand, glistening with pre-cum, works his shaft in long, steady strokes. His breath hitches, his body stiffens, and with a low groan, he releases, his cum painting the floor as he leans back, satiated.