In the quiet of his room, a lone figure lies on the bed, his body writhing with anticipation. His hands roam, pinching nipples, tracing the curves of his muscles, then descending to grip his throbbing cock. He jerks himself off, lost in the fantasy of Analia, her curves, her moans. His other hand reaches back, teasing his ass, a gasp escaping his lips as he imagines the feel of a thick cock stretching him open. His solo dance becomes more urgent, more passionate, as he brings himself closer to the edge, chasing the release he knows only his own hands can give.