In the throes of self-indulgence, a man's grip tightens around his throbbing member, his rhythm increasing as he nears the edge. The room is filled with the sound of his heavy breathing and the slick, wet noises of his hand working his engorged flesh. His body tenses, and with a guttural groan, he finds his release, his cock pulsing as it coats his skin with his warm, pearly cum, dripping down his hand and onto the floor, a mess he'll clean up later, but for now, he's lost in the aftermath of his self-inflicted ecstasy.