A man's illness doesn't dampen his libido, instead, it fuels it. His body burns with fever, but his mind is consumed by carnal desires. He lies in bed, his cock tenting the sheets, yearning for touch. His fantasies run amok, envisioning a woman's soft hands exploring his body, her tongue tracing the lines of his muscles. He imagines her straddling him, her hips grinding against his, her breasts in his face. Unable to resist, he takes his cock in hand, stroking it roughly, his feverish state heightening his sensations. His balls tighten, and with a groan, he comes, his seed pulsing out, cooling on his fevered skin.