A man, his body tensed with desire, stands in the corner of the room, his hand working furiously along his engorged cock. His eyes are closed, his mind's eye filled with forbidden images that fuel his lust. His hand, slick with spit and pre-cum, glides effortlessly along his length, the sound of his palm meeting his flesh a lewd symphony. He can feel his orgasm building, his balls tightening, and with a final, desperate stroke, he comes, his cock pulsing as streams of hot cum shoot from the tip, coating his hand and dripping onto the floor. He catches his breath, his body spent, as he opens his eyes, a satisfied smirk playing on his lips.