Karlos, untouched by another's hand, takes matters into his own. He strokes his cock, feeling the heat build in his loins. His breath hitches as he pictures another's touch, another's mouth, another's body pressed against his. He moans, loud and unrestrained, his body writhing with pleasure. He's a solosexual, a one-man show, and he's loving every minute of it. His cock glistens with precum, his body coated in a sheen of sweat as he brings himself to the edge, his body trembling with the force of his impending orgasm. He's raw, he's uncut, and he's all his own.