A lone figure, silhouetted against the soft glow of a bedside lamp, sits on the edge of the bed, his hand wrapped around his throbbing erection. He's been here before, the familiar ache of unfulfilled desire driving him to this private ritual. His strokes are steady, measured, each one sending a jolt of pleasure through him. His mind races, filling with illicit images, his body responding eagerly. He can feel it building, the tension coiling in his stomach, his balls drawing up tight. With a final, desperate stroke, he comes, his body convulsing as he spills his load onto the sheets, the room filled with his ragged breath and the soft sound of his hand moving through his cum.