In the dimly lit room, Mr1time begins his evening ritual, stripping down to his boxers, the anticipation palpable. He strokes his cock through the thin fabric, feeling its growing stiffness. With a groan, he frees it, his hand wrapping around the shaft, pumping slowly. He leans back, eyes closed, imagining a lover's touch, his breath hitching as he picks up the pace. His hand works his length, twisting and squeezing, his balls tightening. The room fills with the sound of slick skin on skin, his moans echoing as he nears the edge. With a final, shuddering stroke, he comes, his seed spilling over his fist.