Low E, in the throes of self-pleasure, is oblivious to the world around him. His hand works his cock with increasing urgency, his body tensing as he nears release. He's lost in the sensation, his mind a blank canvas of pure, carnal need. His strokes become frantic, his breath ragged, and then, with a guttural moan, he comes undone. Cum erupts from his cock, painting his hand and belly in warm, sticky stripes, a testament to his solo surrender.