The room is dim, the only sound the soft hum of the fan as it circulates the warm air. A man lies on the bed, his body glistening with a thin sheen of sweat. His hand moves slowly up and down his length, his grip firm and steady. He closes his eyes, losing himself in the sensation, his body tensing as he nears the edge. With a low moan, he comes, his body shuddering as he spills himself onto his stomach, a satisfied smile playing at the corners of his mouth as he catches his breath.