A man, alone in his thoughts, succumbs to the primal urge of self-pleasure. His hands wander, tracing the lines of his body, igniting sparks of desire. He grips his throbbing cock, his movements fluid and confident. His eyes flutter closed, lost in a world of his own creation. His body tenses, his breath ragged, as he climaxes, his body shuddering with the force of his release, his hand covered in evidence of his solo indulgence.