Enel, in the throes of self-love, finds solace in the solitary dance of his hand along his shaft. His eyes closed, he imagines a lover's touch, his strokes becoming more urgent, more passionate. The tension builds, his body quivering with need, his cock throbbing in his hand. With a final, powerful stroke, he finds his release, his body relaxing as he rides out the wave of pleasure, a content sigh escaping his lips.