The room is filled with the primal rhythm of a body seeking release. The hand moves with purpose, stroking the length of the rigid shaft, twisting at the head, causing a gasp to escape from between parted lips. The room is filled with the scent of pre-cum, the sound of wet flesh meeting flesh. The body tenses, muscles clenching as the orgasm approaches, the hand moving faster, more urgent, until with a final cry, the body convulses, and hot, sticky cum spills onto waiting fingers.