Gorge's soloboy is a master of self-pleasure, his every touch a testament to his intimate knowledge of his own body. His cock, a monster, demands attention, and he delivers, his fist a blur as it pumps up and down his length. His other hand cups his heavy balls, massaging them, drawing them up tight. The room is a symphony of his grunts and the wet sounds of his hand working his cock. His body tenses, his abs contracting as he nears the edge. With a final, powerful thrust, he sends a thick rope of cum shooting out, painting his chest and belly with his hot, sticky seed. He milks every last drop from his cock, his body shuddering with the force of his release, leaving him panting and spent.