In the quiet of his room, Donny stands, his cock already hard and eager in his hand. He's a man who knows his desires, and he's not afraid to indulge them. He strokes his length, his grip firm, his rhythm steady. He leans back, his other hand exploring his body, teasing his nipples, before moving down to cup his balls. His breath comes in short gasps, his body tensing as he approaches the edge, before finally, with a low groan, he spills over, his cock pulsing as he coats his hand and stomach with his hot, sticky load.