Roger Correa, alone and uninhibited, indulges in a private moment of self-pleasure. His thick, veiny cock stands at attention, begging for his touch. He obliges, wrapping his hand around his length and pumping slowly, building a steady rhythm. The room is filled with the slap of flesh against flesh and the scent of his own arousal. As he edges closer to the brink, his strokes become more intense, more desperate. With a final, choked moan, he spills his load, his cock pulsing as he coats his hand and the floor with his creamy, white cum.