Pajita, alone in his sanctuary, indulges in his most intimate pastime. His hand, steady and sure, grips his stiffening cock, a low groan escaping his lips. He pumps his hips, fucking his own fist, lost in a fantasy only he can see. His body responds, skin flushing, breath coming in ragged gasps. His balls tighten, and with a final, shuddering stroke, he spills his load, the warm, sticky evidence of his pleasure coating his hand.