Teen Daarick, alone and horny, can't help but touch himself, his eyes fixed on the reflection of his tits in the mirror. He pinches his nipples, sending jolts of pleasure to his cock. His hand trails down, cupping his balls before wrapping around his thick shaft. He imagines a black man, meters away, watching him, wanting him. The thought pushes him closer to the edge, his strokes becoming faster, more urgent, as he chases his release, the room filled with his ragged breaths and the sound of his hand slapping against his wet, throbbing cock.