With a sigh, he sinks into the worn couch, his hand already working at his belt. His cock springs free, red and eager, as he begins to stroke, his hand moving in long, smooth strokes. He lets out a low moan, his eyes closed, lost in the sensation of his own touch. His body tenses, his grip tightens, and with a final groan, he finds his release, his cock pulsing in his hand.