Quien, alone and horny, seeks solace in self-pleasure. He kicks off his jeans, revealing his rock-hard cock, already leaking with anticipation. He sprawls on his bed, legs spread, and begins to stroke. His grip is firm, his rhythm steady, as he builds himself up. He bites his lip, trying to stay silent, but his gasps fill the room. He leans back, allowing his other hand to wander, cupping his balls, teasing his ass. His body tenses, his cock throbbing as he spills his load, painting his stomach with streaks of white.