Adrfern825, in the privacy of his room, succumbs to the urge to pleasure himself. He strips down, reclining on his bed, as his hand wraps around his throbbing cock. He strokes slowly, building a rhythm, his breath hitching as he imagines a lurid scene. The room fills with the sound of his hand meeting flesh, his moans growing louder as he nears his climax. His body tenses, and with a final, hard stroke, he comes undone, ropes of cum painting his stomach.