Lonely and horny, Frozen Zilch retreats to his room, armed with nothing but a pillow and an insatiable hunger. He strips off his clothes, revealing his thick, uncut cock, already throbbing with anticipation. He teases himself, slowly stroking his length, feeling the soft fabric of the pillow against his sensitive flesh. His breath hitches as he picks up the pace, his hand a blur as he chases his release. The room fills with the sound of his moans and the wet slapping of skin on skin. Finally, with a guttural groan, he comes undone, his cock pulsing as it releases a torrent of cum onto the pillow.