"Just Me" is a man of few words, his life a simple, solitary existence. Today, he chooses to share his private moments, his hand working his generous cock with practiced ease. The room is dim, the air thick with the scent of his musk. He lets out a low, guttural groan as he picks up the pace, his body tensing, his breath hitching as he nears his climax. With a final, shuddering stroke, he comes, painting his stomach with ropes of hot, white cum, a satisfied sigh escaping his lips as he collapses back into the chair, his body spent and content.