In the dead of night, a man's lust drives him outdoors, his naked body shivering in the cool air. The garden, once a peaceful sanctuary, now hosts his solo indulgence. His hand grips his stiff cock, moving in rhythmic urgency. The night's quiet amplifies his ragged breaths and the wet sound of his palm against his flesh. His imagination runs wild, pushing him closer to the edge. With a grunt, he tips over, his body convulsing as he paints the garden with his warm, sticky essence.