In the dimly lit room, a young man, driven by primal urges, takes matters into his own hands. His cock, throbbing with need, is enveloped by his fist, a tight, warm simulacrum of the touch he craves. His eyes closed, he pictures Carla, her smile, her curves, her whispered promises. His pace quickens, his grip tightens, and with a guttural moan, he finds his release, his cum painting his stomach as he rides out the waves of his self-indulgent ecstasy.