RJ, the voice that keeps the city company through the late-night hours, finds himself in a state of heightened arousal one evening. His voice, usually smooth and calming, takes on a husky, charged tone as he begins to touch himself. His large, uncut cock tents his pants, begging for release. He leans back, allowing his fantasies to take over, his hand moving faster, his breathing heavier. The studio fills with the scent of his musk, the sound of his pleasure, as he gives himself over to the unbridled cravings that have long been simmering beneath the surface.