Robert, in the throes of self-pleasure, doesn't bother with the bed. He stands, his back against the wall, his hand working his erection with practiced ease. His other hand cups his balls, rolling them gently, sending waves of pleasure through him. He's close, his body tensing, his breath coming in short gasps. With a final, desperate stroke, he comes undone, his cock pulsing as it spills his load onto the floor, leaving a sticky mess that he'll clean up later. For now, he's lost in the aftermath of his solo session, his body trembling with satisfaction.