Maurogabardo, the lone wolf, indulges in his private fantasies. His hand, slick with lube, glides effortlessly over his stiff cock. He imagines the touch of another, the taste of sweat, the sound of moans echoing in the room. His hips buck, his breath hitches, and he's lost in the throes of passion. His body convulses, and he comes undone, his load painting his chest as he rides out his intense, solo ecstasy.