The room echoes with the sound of his own heartbeat as he undoes his pants, his massive, hard cock springing free. He takes it in his hand, the skin smooth and soft, a stark contrast to the rigid flesh beneath. He pumps, the friction sending jolts of pleasure through him. His mind is a whirlwind of filthy thoughts, each one more debauched than the last. He feels the pressure building, his balls tightening. With a final stroke, he erupts, his cream shooting out, painting his abdomen in ropes of white.