In the privacy of his room, Nepe takes matters into his own hand, quite literally. His cock, hard and eager, stands at attention, ready for his skilled touch. He wraps his fingers around his shaft, the warmth of his palm a stark contrast to the cool air of the room. Slowly, he begins to stroke, his grip tight, his pace steady. The sensation is exquisite, his dick throbbing in time with his heartbeat. He leans back, his eyes closed, lost in the pure pleasure of his own touch. His hand moves faster, his breath coming in short gasps, until with a final, hard stroke, he comes, his cum spilling over his hand and onto his stomach, a testament to his solo indulgence.