Lost in his thoughts, a man retreats to the comfort of his room, closing the door behind him. The clock reads 11:40 AM, but he doesn't care. He's been yearning for this moment all morning. He sprawls out on his bed, his hand slipping into his pants, pulling out his already hardening cock. He takes his time, stroking himself leisurely, enjoying every sensation. The room fills with his soft moans and the rhythmic sound of his hand moving up and down his length. He's in no rush, this is his time, his pleasure. He continues like this for what feels like hours, his body tensing and relaxing in waves of ecstasy.