Paul, alone in his dimly lit room, craves release. He flicks on his flashlight, casting a soft glow on his naked body. His hand wraps around his thick, hard cock, stroking slowly. Precum beads at the tip, glistening in the light. He groans, picking up the pace, his tight grip working his length. His balls tighten as he nears the edge, his body tensing. With a final stroke, he spills his load, ropes of cum painting his belly.