A lone figure retreats to the privacy of his home, the weight of the day's events heavy on his mind. He kicks off his clothes, his cock already hard and aching. He takes it in his hand, the familiar rhythm of his strokes calming his racing thoughts. The room is filled with the scent of his musk, his breath coming in ragged pants. He imagines a pair of lips around his cock, the tightness of a pussy, and with a final thrust of his hips, he finds his release, his cum painting his chest.