Ilia, sweaty and spent from his rigorous training, seeks solace in self-pleasure. He locks his bedroom door, kicking off his sweatpants to reveal his already stiff cock. He sits on the edge of his bed, his hand working his length, his eyes closed as he pictures a woman's touch. His strokes are steady, his breathing heavy, as he imagines her hands, her mouth, her pussy. He can feel his orgasm approaching, his balls tightening, and with a final, deep groan, he comes, his cum covering his hand and his cock.