Marycede's pup, a man in his prime, finds solace in the darkness, his body bare, his breath ragged. His hand, a skilled lover, works his engorged cock with practiced ease. He's a master of his craft, his strokes long and steady, his grip firm. His body responds, his muscles clenching, his breath coming in short gasps. And then, with a final, hard thrust, he finds his release, his body convulsing as he spills his seed onto the cold, hard floor.