Jorge, a man of few words and many desires, retreats to his private sanctuary for a solo session. The room, bathed in the warm, flickering light of candles, is filled with the scent of his favorite cologne. He sits back on his plush chaise, his hand already working its way down his body. He teases himself, his fingers tracing the length of his shaft, before finally wrapping around it. His strokes are slow, deliberate, each one drawing out a low groan from his lips. His body arches, his breath hitches, and with a final, shuddering groan, he finds his release.