In the quiet of his room, Mi Rabo finds his solace in the steady, comforting rhythm of his hand on his cock. The room fills with the sound of his flesh slapping against flesh, a primal beat that drives him on. He's not seeking perfection, just the familiar, comforting release he's come to crave. His body responds, his cock throbbing in his hand, his balls tightening. He's close now, his breath coming in shallow gasps, his hips jerking forward. And then, with a final, shuddering groan, he finds his release, his cock pulsing as he spills himself onto his hand.