In the dimly lit room, a lone figure lies back, his hand slowly stroking his inner thigh. He's been craving this moment all day, the anticipation building like a coiled spring. His breath hitches as his fingers brush against the bulge in his pants, feeling the heat and hardness that's been growing. He unzips, letting his massive, throbbing cock spring free, the tip already glistening with pre-cum. He takes it in his hand, the length impressive, the girth filling his palm. He starts to stroke, slowly at first, then building speed, his other hand cupping his heavy balls, rolling them gently. His body responds, hips bucking, abs tightening, as he plays with his serpent, bringing himself closer to the edge.