Gordo, a self-proclaimed onanist, retreats to his sanctuary, a dimly lit room adorned with erotic art. His thick, veiny pija stands at attention, ready for its daily worship. He lubes up, his hands gliding effortlessly along its length. The sound of his wet, slapping strokes fills the room, a symphony of solo pleasure. His breath hitches, his body tenses, and with a final, powerful thrust, he spills his load, his warm, sticky essence coating his fingers and dripping onto the floor. He collapses, spent and satisfied, his body still humming with post-orgasmic bliss.