The screen flickers to life, casting an eerie glow on the solitary figure. A quick glance at the clock, then a determined look as the hand dives into the pants, pulling out a rock-hard, pulsing cock. The hand moves like a blur, a whirlwind of motion, as the other hand stabilizes the phone, capturing every throbbing inch. The room fills with the sound of rapid, desperate strokes, the breath coming in short gasps. The end comes swiftly, a guttural groan echoing as thick, creamy ropes shoot out, painting the room in a sticky, satisfied mess.