Under the covers, Pajita's hand wanders, finding its way into his pajama bottoms. His cock, already half-hard, stiffens further at his touch. He strokes slowly, rhythmically, his breath deepening as he loses himself in the sensation. His imagination runs wild, painting scenes of illicit encounters, his grip tightening as he nears the edge. He bites his lip, suppressing a moan as he finally finds release, his body shuddering with the force of his climax.