In the hushed calm of dawn, Gala's solo ritual begins. His hand wraps around his throbbing erection, the early morning chill contrasting with the heat of his flesh. He pumps slowly, building a rhythm, his grip tightening as his desire grows. The room fills with the symphony of his pleasure, the wet sounds of his hand working his cock echoing off the walls. His body tenses, and with a final, desperate stroke, Gala comes undone, his cum splattering across his stomach as he gasps for breath.