Xander, in the throes of solo ecstasy, takes center stage in his private boudoir. His hand expertly strokes his rigid cock, veins throbbing with desire. The room is filled with the symphony of his ragged breaths and the wet sounds of his self-love. His body tenses as he nears the edge, his abdominals contracting as he lets out a guttural moan. The grand finale is a torrent of cum shot onto his heaving chest, leaving him panting and spent.