Alone in his room, Salhen's solace lies in the glow of his laptop, a steady stream of explicit content playing on the screen. His hand, calloused from years of self-pleasure, grips his throbbing cock, stroking it in time with the moans and slapping of skin that echo from the speakers. His girl isn't here, but her image in his mind's eye is all the inspiration he needs. He picture her watching, her breath hitching as he pleasures himself, her arousal mirroring his own. His pace quickens, his grunts growing louder, until he finally releases, hot streams of cum painting his abdomen, a satisfied sigh escaping his lips.