Alone with his thoughts and desires, JustMe gives in to his carnal needs. His dick throbs, aching for attention, as he grips it firmly. The room fills with the sound of his hand meeting flesh, his breath hitching as he nears the edge. His body tenses, muscles clenching as he spills forth, painting his belly with his essence. In this private ballet, he finds his rhythm, his solace, his just me.