Jizzytree, in the throes of a lonely afternoon, decides to indulge in some much-needed self-care. He finds a quiet corner, his hand already wandering down to his crotch. He unzips, his hard cock springing free, eager for his touch. He strokes it, his grip firm, his rhythm steady, feeling the familiar build-up of pleasure. His breath comes in short gasps as he nears the edge, his body tensing, his cock pulsing as he finally finds his release, his seed spilling out, a testament to his solo satisfaction.