The room is dimly lit, the only sound the rhythmic slapping of skin against skin. Rider1913, a man of experience and desire, is lost in his own world, his hand working tirelessly over his engorged cock. He's close, the muscles in his body tensing, his breath coming in short gasps. With a final, desperate tug, he throws his head back, a low growl escaping his lips as he comes undone. His cock pulses, sending ropes of hot, sticky cum shooting onto his chest and belly, the sight and feel of it pushing him further into his own private ecstasy.