The room is filled with the sound of his heavy breathing and the slick wetness of his hand working his cock. His body glistens with sweat, and his abdominal muscles clench with each stroke. He bites his lip, his face contorting with pleasure as he nears his climax. His hand moves faster, more urgently, and then with a final, loud groan, he comes, his cum shooting out in thick ropes, coating his hand and his stomach. He leans back, panting, his body still twitching with aftershocks, a satisfied smile playing on his lips. The cash on the table? It was never about that. It was about the pure, unadulterated pleasure of his own touch.