"Mars, the final frontier," ponders Heronotahero, his voice echoing in the sterile, crimson-tinged habitat. His mind wanders, recalling the illicit trysts he'd left behind on Earth. His hand finds its way into his spacesuit, wrapping around his throbbing member. He imagines the weightlessness of fucking in space, the Martian dust clinging to their sweat-slicked bodies as they rut in the thin, cold air. His grunts fill the empty habitat as he finds release, his cum painting the sterile white walls with his terrestrial desires.