In the hushed quiet of the night, Bart98765 takes matters into his own hands, quite literally. The room is dim, the air thick with anticipation as he begins to pleasure himself. His cock, already hard and eager, stands at attention, begging for his touch. He obliges, his fingers wrapping around his shaft, moving with practiced ease. His pace quickens, his breath coming in ragged gasps, his body tensing as he approaches the precipice. With a final, guttural moan, he falls over the edge, his cum painting his hand and the floor below in lewd, sticky patterns.