With a lustful glint in his eye, he wraps his hand around his shaft, feeling the pulse of life within. Each stroke sends shivers down his spine, his grip tightening as he picks up pace. The air grows thick with his musk, his grunts echoing in the empty room. His body tenses, and with a final, powerful stroke, he coats his stomach in his milky essence, gasping as the waves of pleasure subside.