Free from judgment, he allows his body to take over. His hands explore every inch of his skin, pausing to tease his nipples, before moving down to grip his hard cock. He pumps his hips, fucking his own hand, his grip tight, his rhythm steady. The sound of his wet, slapping skin fills the room, mingling with his soft moans. He's close, his body tensing, his breath coming in short gasps. With a final thrust, he spills over, his cum coating his hand and stomach, a testament to his solo pleasure.