Jack Styles, the pale emo heartthrob, strips down to nothing in his dimly lit room, his tattoos and piercings glinting in the soft light. He's alone with his thoughts and a raging hard-on, his big cock tenting his boxers. With a sigh, he pushes them down, revealing his thick, veiny length. He strokes slowly, his eyes half-closed, lost in his own world. His pace quickens, his breath ragged, until he's grunting and jerking, his cock pulsing streams of cum onto his abs.