A man, alone with his thoughts and his desires, takes matters into his own hands. The room is dim, the air thick with anticipation. His cock, hard and aching, demands attention. He obliges, his hand moving with practiced ease, stroking his length from base to tip. The friction is exquisite, sending waves of pleasure coursing through him. His grip tightens, his strokes become more urgent, chasing the release he knows is coming.