Bernard, the mysterious stranger, takes center stage, his eyes filled with a raw, untamed hunger. He doesn't bother with preliminaries, instead, he grips his enormous cock, veins pulsing with desire. He strokes, long and hard, from base to tip, his other hand cupping and squeezing his heavy balls. His body tenses, every muscle taut as he chases his release, a growl building in his chest. The room is filled with the sound of his hand meeting flesh, his grunts of pleasure, and the scent of his musk. He's a man possessed, driven by primal need, and it's a sight to behold.