Carol Cox's adoring fan locks himself in his room, the scent of her perfume lingering from the signed photo he clutches. With a raging erection tents his pants, he begins to stroke, imagining her full lips wrapped around his throbbing cock. His hand works feverishly, mimicking the rhythm he wishes were her tight, wet cunt. Pre-cum coats his fingers as he pictures Carol's heaving breasts, her eyes locked on his, begging for his hot load. Grunting, he explodes, painting his chest with ropes of cum, a satisfied smile playing on his lips.