Angel, in the throes of solitude, decides to indulge in his own desires. He strips down, his body glistening with a light sheen of sweat. His hand wraps around his cock, slowly pumping as he imagines the touch of another. His moans fill the room, a symphony of his own lust. His body tenses, his cock pulsing as he paints his belly with his release, leaving him breathless and satiated.