Karma, a lanky, tattooed hunk with a hungry glint in his eye, strips down to his worn jeans. His calloused hands snake down to his crotch, rubbing the considerable bulge tenting his pants. With a smirk, he pops open the button, allowing his thick, uncut cock to spring free. He leans back, legs spread, and begins to stroke his meat, his grip tight and purposeful. His hips rise to meet his hand, fucking into his fist as he builds up speed. His moans fill the room, animalistic and raw, as he chases his release.