The room is filled with the sound of wet flesh slapping against flesh as Aadityaz's lone wolf works his cock with fervent intensity. His hand moves like a piston, up and down, the friction sending jolts of pleasure through his body. He leans back, his other hand cupping his balls, massaging them gently, adding another layer of sensation. His breath comes in ragged gasps, his body tensing as he nears the edge, his fist moving faster, more urgently, until with a final groan, he spills his load, his cum shooting out in thick ropes, painting his chest and hand.