Jimmymexecatepec retreats to the comfort of his bed, his mind filled with lurid thoughts. His cock, a rigid, throbbing presence, tents his loose-fitting shorts. He strokes the outline, feeling the heat and pulse, before freeing it. The room fills with the scent of pre-cum as he runs his hand up and down the length, his grip tight, his rhythm steady. His hips rise to meet his hand, fucking his fist with urgent need.