In the dimly lit room of his Moscow apartment, a young Russian man sits alone, his laptop open to a Skype call. With no one to talk to, he decides to entertain himself in a different way. His uncut cock, already half-hard, tents his sweatpants. He leans back, pulling it out, stroking slowly at first, enjoying the anticipation. His eyes flick to the laptop screen, imagining a virtual audience. His strokes quicken, his grip tightening. His breath hitches as he nears the edge, his body tensing, then releasing in a rush as he spills over his hand.