The open sea offers no distractions, no interruptions, only the rhythmic dance of the waves and the cry of gulls overhead. A lone sailor, his body aching for release, retreats to his cabin. The dim lantern casts a soft glow on his muscular form as he strips, revealing his hard, ready cock. He runs his hand along its length, feeling the heat, the pulse of desire. The sea air has him yearning for a warm, wet mouth, a tight pussy to sheath him. He imagines the feel of a woman's body writhing beneath him, her moans echoing his. With a final, forceful stroke, he comes, his seed painting his abdomen, the release leaving him panting, his body slick with sweat and seawater.