Normann, alone in his sanctuary, succumbs to his primal urges. His gaze locked on the explicit images strewn across his screen, he frees his aching cock from its constraint. His strokes are firm, purposeful, each one echoing the fantasies playing out before him. His body tenses, his grip tightens, and with a final, shuddering groan, he finds his release, his essence coating his hand in a sticky, spent mess.