Michael Jade, a solo artist in the truest sense, doesn't need anyone else to satisfy his carnal desires. He locks the door, strips naked, and admires his reflection in the mirror. His big, thick cock hangs heavy between his legs, already half-hard. He grabs it, gives it a few languid strokes, then reaches for the lube. He coats his cock, then sits back, eyes closed, and lets his imagination run wild. He strokes himself, his breath coming faster, his body tensing. He grabs a nearby vibrator, turns it on, and presses it to his balls, then slips it between his legs, pushing it into his ass. He lets out a low moan, his body convulsing as he cums, his cock pulsing as it shoots load after load onto the floor.