Stehart's solo session is a symphony of pleasure. He starts slow, caressing his cock with a firm grip, feeling every vein and ridge. His other hand cups his balls, gently rolling them, sending waves of pleasure coursing through him. He increases the tempo, his breathing ragged, his heart pounding. The room fills with the sound of his hand slapping against his flesh, the wet noises of his spit-slicked cock. He leans back, his body tensing, his cock pulsing as he comes, his cum shooting out, painting his stomach with his release. He milks the last drops from his cock, a satisfied smile on his face, before cleaning up and collapsing, spent and happy.