Mario, alone and restless, finds his hand wandering to his eager cock. He strips, revealing his toned body, and begins to stroke, his breathing quickening. The room fills with the soft sounds of his pleasure, the wet slap of skin on skin. His mind races with fantasies, his grip tightening, until he can't hold back any longer. With a groan, he releases, his cum spilling over his fingers, a satisfied smile playing on his lips.