A thick, veined cock stands at attention, its owner's hand wrapped around it, moving in a steady rhythm. The room is filled with the sound of flesh slapping against flesh, the scent of sweat and pre-cum hanging heavy in the air. His grunts grow louder, more primal, as he edges closer to the precipice. His body tenses, his cock pulsating as he paints his chest with his hot, sticky seed, gasping for breath as the last waves of pleasure crash over him.