In the dimly lit room, Bandit, a brooding, muscular man, seeks solace in his own touch. His massive cock, veined and throbbing, stands erect. He runs his hands over his body, pausing to tease his nipples, before wrapping his fist around his cock. He strokes it roughly, his desire fueled by Chilli's rejection. His body tenses, his cock pulsating as he erupts, his cum painting his abs, his groan echoing in the silence.