Martin Lavallé, in the comfort of his private space, sheds his clothing, baring his lean, muscular frame. He strokes his hardening cock, his hand moving in steady rhythm, his breathing growing heavier. His eyes fixate on his engorged member, pre-cum glistening at the tip. With a low groan, he feels his balls tighten, his body stiffening as he ejaculates, thick ropes of semen coating his hand and stomach. Hungrily, he leans down, lapping up his own spend, savoring the salty, familiar taste.