In the dimly lit room, the scent of sweat and precum hangs heavy as our dark-skinned god takes center stage. His enormous, veiny member stands at attention, begging for relief. He wraps his large, calloused hand around the base, feeling the pulse of life within. His strokes are slow and deliberate, his hips lifting off the chair, chasing the friction. The sound of wet, sloppy jerks fills the air as he nears his climax, his body tensing, his breath coming in short gasps. With a final, powerful stroke, he erupts, ropes of hot, sticky cum shooting onto his abs, marking his territory.