Haruyuki's private time is filled with the rhythmic sound of his hand against his throbbing cock. He leans back, his eyes closed, imagining the feel of a tight ass wrapped around him. His strokes become more urgent, his grip tighter, as he pictures the scene playing out in his mind. The friction builds, his breath coming in short gasps, until he can't hold back any longer. He lets out a satisfied groan, his body shuddering as he finds his release, leaving him spent and content.