In the quiet of his room, he lets his guard down, his hand instinctively going to his crotch. His pants strain against his growing bulge, and with a groan, he frees his beast. It's a sight to behold, a black cock so thick and long it's almost comical. But there's nothing funny about the way he handles it, his rough, calloused hands working it with a expertise born of years of practice. The room fills with the scent of his musk, a pungent, animalistic smell that only serves to heighten the senses.