Vasquer, alone and wanting, creates his own world of sensation. He lubes up, his fingers tracing the sensitive rim before plunging in. His cock hardens, leaking onto his stomach. He grips it, tight, matching the rhythm of his fingers. His body arches, his breath comes in ragged gasps. He's close, so close. With a final, desperate stroke, he spills over, his body shuddering with the force of his solo ecstasy.