Mayson, alone with his thoughts and desires, takes matters into his own hands. His fist wraps around his thick cock, pumping eagerly as images of Marilyn dance in his mind. He imagines her touch, her taste, her tight warmth enveloping him. His strokes quicken, his breath hitches, and with a final, desperate groan, he spills his load, Marilyn's name a whispered plea on his lips.