Mr. Lonely, alone and craving satisfaction, retreats to his private space. His eyes locked onto his reflection, he begins to pleasure himself, his hand wrapping around his substantial, veiny cock. The sound of his flesh slapping against his own fills the room as he builds to a fever pitch. His body tenses, his abs clenching, and with a guttural groan, he comes undone. Thick, creamy ropes of cum erupt from his cock, coating his chest and hand, a testament to his pent-up desire.