In the dimly lit room, he's a statue of tension, his hand a blur as it travels up and down his engorged shaft. His mind is a whirlwind of dirty thoughts, each one more explicit than the last, as he imagines her here with him, her hands replacing his, her mouth wrapping around him. The room echoes with his grunts and the wet sound of his palm against his cock, the smell of sex heavy in the air. His body tenses, his grip on his cock tightening as he nears the edge, his release a hot, sticky mess in his hand.