Dark Knight's Solitary Pleasure
A solitary black knight, clad in nothing but his thoughts and a strategically placed towel, finds himself in a private, dimly lit chamber. His powerful body, a testament to hours of rigorous training, is a sight to behold. As he lets the towel fall away, his massive, black cock springs free, already at half-mast. He takes it in his large hand, the contrast of his dark flesh against his lighter palm striking. He begins to stroke, slowly at first, savoring the sensation. His free hand roams over his chiseled abs and chest, tweaking a nipple, trailing through the light smattering of hair. His breathing deepens, his strokes gain speed, and his body tenses as he nears his climax. With a final, deep groan, he spills his load, his cock pulsing as it coats his hand and his stomach with his warm, milky seed.