Paja, in his private sanctum, begins his ritual of release. He caresses his hardening cock, feeling it pulse with life. His strokes are steady, purposeful, each one driving him closer to the brink. The room fills with the sound of his hand meeting flesh, his breath coming in ragged gasps. As his orgasm nears, his movements become frantic, desperate. With a final, guttural groan, he comes, his cock pulsing streams of cum onto his stomach. He continues to stroke, drawing out every last spasm of pleasure, before collapsing, sated and spent.