Dtangle finds himself in a sleek hotel room, the sterile environment doing little to dampen his carnal desires. He strips off his clothes, the sound of his zipper echoing in the empty room. His hand wraps around his throbbing cock, the familiar sensation sending shivers down his spine. He strokes himself, the anticipation building, the head of his cock glistening with pre-cum. His breath hitches as he feels the tension in his body growing, his grip tightening. With a final, powerful stroke, he lets out a guttural groan, his cum shooting out, painting the hotel's pristine sheets with his release.