Blinx's tattooed hands grip his stiff cock, working it with expert precision. His skinny frame tenses as he tugs, his uncut head disappearing and reappearing from his foreskin. The room fills with the sound of his flesh slapping against his cock, his rhythm steady and relentless. His body shudders as he nears climax, his grip tightening, his strokes becoming more urgent. With a final, powerful tug, he spills his load, his cum shooting out in thick ropes, coating his hand and cock.