The room is bathed in the soft glow of a single lamp, casting long, dancing shadows. A figure reclines on the bed, legs spread, one hand lost in the folds of their pants. The other hand moves to their mouth, wetting it before traveling south, pushing the pants down to reveal their hard, leaking cock. They spit in their hand, wrapping it around their length, twisting and pumping. Their hips rise off the bed, fucking their hand, their breath coming in short, sharp gasps. The hand moves faster, the body tenses, and with a loud moan, they come, painting their stomach with their release.