In the hushed, hallowed halls of Saint John's, Chris Brooks, the self-proclaimed saint of self-love, pays homage to his carnal desires. With a wicked grin, he drops trou, revealing his raging hard-on. He starts slow, teasing his sensitive cockhead before picking up speed, his hand flying over his shaft. His muscles tense, and a guttural moan escapes his lips as he paints the sacred space with his sinful seed, the cathedral echoes with his lewd, masturbatory symphony.