Lost in his own world, he sits back, his hand already wrapped around his engorged cock. He knows what he wants, and he's not afraid to take it. Starting slow, he builds a rhythm, his hand gliding effortlessly along his length. His body responds, his muscles tensing, his breath coming in ragged gasps. He can feel it building, the pressure at the base of his cock, and with a final, forceful stroke, he comes undone, his load spilling forth, painting his hand and the room with his essence.