Lost in his own world, he grips his thick meat, jerking it with practiced fervor. His mind races with images of boundless debauchery, pushing him closer to the edge. His strokes become more urgent, his grip tighter. The room echoes with the sound of flesh slapping against flesh, the air thick with the scent of his musk. His body tenses, and with a final, powerful stroke, he lets go, his cock pulsing as it coats the room in his creamy, white essence, leaving him breathless and spent.