JC, in his private quarters, finds himself alone and horny. He locks the door, stripping off his clothes. The room is dimly lit, the air heavy with his arousal. He sprawls out on the bed, his hand wrapping around his throbbing cock. He strokes himself, his breathing growing ragged. The room fills with the scent of his pre-cum, the sound of his hand slapping against his flesh. He's so lost in his pleasure, he doesn't hear the key turning in the lock...