The room is filled with the scent of his own musk, a heady aroma that only serves to fuel his desire. His cock, hard and leaking, demands attention, and he gladly obliges. His fingers trace the veins, feeling the pulse of life beneath his skin. He imagines a mouth around him, hot and wet, and his strokes quicken, his grip tightening. His body shudders, and with a low groan, he comes, his cock pulsing as it coats his stomach with his release.