In the privacy of his room, Francois Francisque indulges in a solo ritual, his body tensing and arching as he strokes his rigid cock. His eyes flutter closed, lost in the rhythm of his hand, the tight grip on his shaft sending jolts of pleasure through his core. He teases himself, his fingers tracing circles around his sensitive tip before plunging back down his length. His breath hitches, his chest heaving as he nears the edge, his hand moving faster, more urgent. With a final moan, he spills over, his body shuddering with release.