Olaf, alone in his dimly lit room, sinks into the plush armchair, his eyes closed, lost in thought. His hand wanders, tracing the lines of his body, pausing at the waistband of his pants. He frees himself, his breath hitching as he wraps his hand around his throbbing cock. Slowly, he begins to stroke, his mind filled with vivid fantasies. The room fills with the sound of his wet, rhythmic movements, his breathing growing heavier, more urgent. His body tenses, his grip tightens, and with a low groan, he finds his release.