In the throes of self-pleasure, a lonely man finds his escape in the rhythmic motion of his hand. His thick cock aches with desire as he strokes it vigorously, the leather chair groaning in sync with his increasing pace. Pre-cum glistens at the tip, a tantalizing preview of the explosion to come. He leans back, eyes closed, imagining the touch of a lover, his breath hitching as he feels the familiar tingling in his balls. With a final, fierce stroke, he lets out a guttural groan, his hot cum shooting out in ropes, painting the chair and his abs in sticky, milky white.