In the sultry heat of the afternoon, a man retreats to his room, the scent of his own musk filling the air. He strips, his cock already throbbing with anticipation. His fingers dance along his length, teasing and taunting, as he imagines a lover's touch. The room fills with the sound of his labored breaths and the slick sounds of his palm meeting his flesh, building to a crescendo that leaves him spent and panting.