Indingo Gollo, restless and alone in his house, allows his curiosity to guide him. He unzips his pants, revealing his semi-erect cock, a delicious sight that makes his mouth water. He wraps his hand around it, feeling the heat and the pulse of life. His grip tightens, and he begins to stroke, his rhythm steady and sure. He can feel the blood rushing to his groin, his cock hardening with each pass of his hand. He spreads his legs wider, giving himself more room to work, his body tensing with pleasure. His breath comes in short gasps as he nears his peak, his hand moving faster, his grip tighter. He lets out a low groan as he comes, his cock pulsing in his hand, his body shuddering with the force of his orgasm.