Potro81, uninhibited and alone, gives in to his primal urges. His ganso, hungry and hard, demands attention. He strokes it with fervor, his grip firm and steady. His eyes flutter closed, imagining the touch of another, yet it's his own skilled hands that bring him to the brink. With a final, desperate pump, he spills his seed, a lewd offering to the air, his body shuddering with the force of his solo release.