In the dimly lit, confined space of the coffin, Oz finds his private moment. The air is thick with anticipation as he unzips his pants, revealing his throbbing cock. He strokes it slowly, feeling every vein and ridge, his breath hitching as he imagines the forbidden touch of another. The coffin creaks softly, mimicking the rhythm of his hand, as he picks up the pace. His body tenses, and with a final, desperate thrust, he spills his load, a shiver of pleasure coursing through him.