Roger, trapped in lockdown, finds solace in the carnal. Gozando, he conjures vivid fantasies, his hand a poor substitute for the real thing. His strokes grow more urgent, his grip tighter, as he imagines a lover's touch. His moans fill the empty room, echoing off the walls as he chases his release. Finally, with a shuddering gasp, he finds it, his cock pulsing as he coats his fingers with his creamy essence.