Felipepig, in the throes of a heated afternoon, succumbs to his carnal desires. He pushes his boxers down, freeing his throbbing cock, and begins to masturbate with purpose. His hand, slick with pre-cum, slides up and down his length, his grip firm and steady. He pictures a woman, her body writhing beneath him, her moans of pleasure filling the room. His strokes quicken, his breathing ragged, until he can hold back no longer. With a guttural groan, he comes, his semen shooting forth, painting his abdomen with evidence of his intense, solo gratification.