In the privacy of his room, he begins, "Vem mamarr," his voice barely above a whisper. His hand, rough and calloused, teases his length, coaxing it to full attention. He closes his eyes, imagining the warmth of a mouth, the softness of lips, the wetness of a tongue as it swirls around his sensitive head. His strokes become more urgent, his breath ragged, until finally, he finds his release, his hot cum spilling out, a testament to his solitary pleasure.