After a long day at work, our unnamed protagonist seeks solace in self-pleasure. In the quiet of their home, they strip down, their body still warm from the day's exertions. The scent of their own musk fills the room as they begin to touch themselves, fingers tracing the familiar paths of pleasure. Their breath hitches as they feel the first waves of tension begin to ebb, replaced by the slow build of arousal. The room fills with the wet sounds of their increasingly frantic masturbation, their body glistening with sweat and something more as they approach their climax. They groan, long and low, as they finally find their release, their body shuddering with the force of it. They collapse back, spent and sated, their body slick with the evidence of their pleasure.