Dalton, driven by an unquenchable lust, seeks solace in his own touch. His body, a canvas of taut muscles and smooth skin, is a playground for his wandering hands. He teases his nipples, pinching and rolling them until they're hard peaks. His hands then trail down, over his abs, to grip his thick, rigid cock. He strokes it roughly, his hips bucking as he chases his release. His body is a symphony of sensation, his moans a melody of his unbridled pleasure. Dalton's cock throbs in his hand, his balls tighten, and with a final, guttural groan, he spills his load, his cum painting his hand and chest. Exhausted and sated, Dalton's body goes limp, his heart pounding in his chest as he comes down from his feverish, frenzied masturbation.