Alone in his room, a man takes matters into his own hands, quite literally. He sprawls out on his bed, his body a study in relaxation. His eyes flutter closed as he wraps his hand around his cock, a groan escaping his lips. He works himself with a steady rhythm, his grip firm, his pace steady. His body tenses, his breath hitches, and he spills over, his pleasure coating his hand and the sheets beneath him.