Vergota, a man of simple pleasures, indulges in the ancient art of masturbation. His hands, rough from years of labor, trace the contours of his body with a surprising gentleness. He takes his time, exploring every inch of his flesh, his cock hardening at his touch. He strokes himself with slow, deliberate movements, his face contorting in pleasure. His body shudders as he nears his climax, his cock pulsing in his hand. He groans, his cum spilling over his fingers, a testament to his self-love.