Copernico, alone in his private quarters, gives in to his desires. His hand, slick with saliva, wraps around his throbbing cock. He strokes slowly, savoring the sensation, his breath hitching as he picks up the pace. His other hand reaches down, cupping his heavy balls, rolling them gently. The room fills with the sound of his wet, rhythmic movements. Suddenly, he switches gears, his strokes becoming frantic, his grip tightening. He leans back, his body tensing as he lets out a low, guttural moan, his cock pulsing as it releases a thick, creamy load onto his stomach.