Gor, a towering figure of raw masculinity, finds himself alone in his sprawling den. His eyes flick to the reflection in the window, the dim light casting a shadow over his chiseled features. He reaches down, his large hand wrapping around his thick, hard cock. He begins to stroke, his grip firm, his pace steady. The room fills with the scent of his musk, the sound of his hand working his dick. He leans back, his other hand cupping his heavy balls, rolling them in his palm. His body tenses, his cock throbbing in his hand. He lets out a low groan, his cum shooting out in long, thick ropes, painting the window with his essence.