Mitch, in the throes of self-love, is a sight to behold. His lean muscles flex as he grips his cock, his hips bucking as he fucks his fist. His moans fill the room, echoing off the walls as he loses himself in the sensation. His eyes are closed, his mind elsewhere, imagining a world where his desires are not his own. His body trembles as he comes, his cock pulsing, his cum painting his stomach in long, sticky ropes.