Pichon Ybisbal settles onto the sofa, his body already tensed with desire. He starts slow, stroking his cock with a steady rhythm, his eyes closed, lost in his own world. The room fills with the sound of his hand meeting his flesh, the wet noises of his arousal. He quickens his pace, his breath coming in short gasps. Then, he reaches for the vibrator, a wicked gleam in his eye. He presses it against his cock, the vibrations sending jolts of pleasure through his body. He groans, his hips bucking, his grip on his cock tightening. He's close, so close. With a final, shuddering groan, he comes, his cock pulsing, his body wracked with pleasure. The room is filled with the scent of sex, the sound of his ragged breathing, the hum of the vibrator.