Kale, the lone wolf of Miami nights, finds solace in the familiar rhythm of his fist around his cock. The city lights twinkle outside his window as he lays back, his hand working tirelessly to bring him to the edge. His breath hitches as he pictures the dirtiest fantasies, his grip tightening, his hips bucking. He's a man on a mission, and that mission is to coat his abs with his hot, sticky cum. With a final, guttural groan, he achieves his goal, his body shuddering with the force of his release.