Victor, a young, curious teen, is in his private space, his mind filled with thoughts of pleasure. He's a solo artist today, his hand the only companion to his impressive cock. He's got a good one, standing proud and ready, the tip glistening with anticipation. Victor takes his time, running his hand up and down his length, feeling every vein, every ridge. He's not in a hurry; he's enjoying the process, the buildup, the tease. His moans fill the room, a symphony of self-love.