With a hunger that won't be denied, he takes his seat, his hand already working his throbbing member. He's a master at this, his rhythm fluid, his touch firm. His other hand wanders, cupping his balls, teasing his ass, heightening the sensation. His body glistens with sweat, muscles taut as he chases his release, his moans echoing in the empty room. Finally, with a grunt, he finds his climax, his cock pulsing as he paints his torso with his hot, sticky seed.