Again, Mal finds himself in a familiar predicament, his cock straining against his pants, demanding attention. He unzips, letting his thick, veiny member spring free, a soldier ready for action. His hand, a skilled commander, works the shaft, from base to tip, as he fantasizes about the battles he's fought and won. His breath hitches, his body tenses, and with a final, victorious stroke, he spills his load, marking another solo victory.