George, isolated and horny, finds solace in his own company. His stiff cock tents his pants, begging for release. He unzips, letting it spring free, thick and rigid. He strokes, his grip tight, his breath ragged. Pre-cum beads at the tip, and he uses it to lubricate his shaft, his hand gliding smoothly. His hips buck, his body tensing as he nears the edge. With a groan, he comes, his cock pulsing, hot cum spilling over his hand.