In the hushed, moonlit room, a man loses himself in the rhythm of his own hand, his cock aching for release. His imagination runs wild, picturing a warm, wet mouth enveloping him, pushing him closer to the edge. With a final, guttural moan, he spills his seed, his body convulsing as he coats himself in his own sticky mess. He looks down at the evidence of his solo pleasure, his finger tracing the cum on his stomach before he brings it to his lips, tasting the salty evidence of his late-night indulgence.