Lost in the throes of his own desire, our lonely masturbator seeks solace in the familiar. He strokes his dick with practiced ease, his eyes closed, his mind filled with forbidden fantasies. The room is dim, the air thick with the scent of his own musk. He lubes up his dildo, a poor substitute for the real thing, but it serves its purpose. He fucks himself slow, then fast, his body betraying his need, his moans filling the void around him. He comes hard, his body tensing, his dick pulsing, his mind finally at peace.