Desmond, alone in his room, takes a moment to indulge in his desires. He slowly strips, his eyes locked on his reflection. His cock, already hard, stands at attention. He strokes it slowly, enjoying the sensation. His breathing grows heavier as he picks up the pace, his grip tightening. He feels the pressure building, his balls tightening. With a low moan, he blows a thick load all over his hand and stomach, his body shuddering with release.