Henry, driven by primal instinct, claims the bed as his canvas. His hand, a blur of motion, works his rigid cock with expert precision. The air thickens with the scent of his musk, a heady perfume that promises a volcanic release. As his orgasm approaches, Henry's body tenses, his abs contracting as he lets out a guttural roar. The first wave of cum erupts from his cock, landing in thick, creamy dollops on the bedsheets, followed by a second, and a third, each spurt painting a new line in his masterpiece of desire.