In the dimly lit, secluded room, Mylez-Dep's solo artist finds solace in his own company. Offing himself, he grips his thick, veiny cock, stroking it rhythmically. His breath hitches as he picks up the pace, the sound of his hand meeting flesh filling the silence. His body tenses, his balls tighten, and with a final, forceful tug, he releases, his hot, sticky load painting his abs. Exhausted and satisfied, he collapses back, his heart pounding, his secret pleasure complete.