The general's private quarters echo with the sound of his hand on his cock, a rhythmic slapping that builds with intensity. His figure, a testament to years of rigorous training, tenses as he nears his peak. With a low grunt, he comes undone, unleashing a torrent of cum that splatters across his torso, dripping down to his six-pack and pooling in his navel. His halo tattoo seems to glow with the taboo energy of his solo session, leaving him breathless and yearning for more.