In the throes of solo pleasure, Trevidu's hand never leaves his cock, his grip tight and relentless. He watches as the pornstars on screen fuck, their bodies glistening with sweat and cum. His own body responds, his heart pounding, his breath coming in short gasps. He watches as the man on screen pounds into the woman, her tits bouncing, and he matches the rhythm, his hand moving faster, harder. He's lost in the moment, his world narrowed down to the sensation of his hand on his cock, the smell of his own musk, the sound of his own ragged breathing. His balls tighten, his cock throbs, and with a final, hard stroke, he comes, his cum shooting out, coating his hand and his stomach.