In the sultry silence of his room, he unzips, his eager cock springing free. "Verga," he murmurs, admiring its length, its hardness. He cups his balls, feeling their weight, their fullness. His hand, a steady rhythm, works his flesh, his desire. He pictures faceless lovers, their moans, their touch. His breath comes in ragged gasps, his body tensing as he approaches climax. With a final, forceful stroke, he comes, his hot cum painting his belly, a silent symphony of self-pleasure.