Andrew, a private guy, prefers his solo time. He's in his room, the scent of his musk filling the air. His uncut cock tents his boxers, and he can't resist the temptation. He frees his cock, the foreskin stretching over the head, and begins to stroke. His hand glides up and down, the friction building, his breaths coming in short gasps. He leans back, his eyes closed, lost in his pleasure, his cock throbbing in his hand.