Jerem's room fills with the soft, rhythmic sound of flesh on flesh as he indulges in his private pleasure. His eyes closed, he imagines a lover's touch, his hand a poor substitute for the real thing. His strokes become more urgent, his grip tighter, as he chases his release. A low groan escapes him as he spills over, hot cum pulsing onto his stomach, a testament to his unbridled desire.