In the ninth week of quarantine, De Zio finds himself in a state of horny desperation. With no one to satisfy his cravings, he turns to his own hand, stroking his thick, veiny dick with urgency. The creaky, old apartment amplifies every sound, from the wet slapping of his cock against his palm to the moans he tries to suppress. His mind races with fantasies, each one more explicit than the last, as he edges closer to release. The tension builds, his breath hitches, and with a final, desperate thrust, he spills his load onto his awaiting hand.