In the quiet of his apartment, a man's desires consume him. "I wish I had a woman to play with," he sighs, his hand already working his throbbing cock. He pictures her, her curves, her moans, as he strokes. His body tenses, pleasure building. He's close, so close. With a final, rough tug, he comes, his cock pulsing, cum painting his abs. But it's not enough. He's left yearning, craving the real thing.