Mr Badtz, the king of self-love, is back, his cock throbbing with pent-up lust. He's alone, but his mind is a whirlwind of filthy fantasies. He spits on his palm, lubing up his massive cock, his eyes rolling back as he begins to stroke. His breath hitches, his grip tightening as he picks up speed. He's a man possessed, his body tensing as he chases his high. With a final, desperate stroke, he comes undone, his cock pulsing as he spills his load, his cum dripping down his hand, his stomach, and onto the floor. He's a mess, a beautiful, cum-covered mess.