Ross Mitchell's massive cock throbs with anticipation as Tarzan's oily hands grip it firmly, the hunky masseur's strong fingers sliding up and down Ross's length with expert precision. Ross's breath comes in ragged gasps, his hips bucking slightly as Tarzan's pace quickens, the sound of wet skin slapping against skin filling the room. Ross's eyes flutter closed, lost in the sensation of Tarzan's skilled handjob, his body tensing as he nears the edge. Tarzan leans in, his breath hot on Ross's ear, whispering filthy promises of what's to come, sending Ross over the edge, his cock pulsing as he spills his load onto Tarzan's eager hands.