With a groan, he begins, his hand wrapped tightly around his shaft, pumping with a fervor that's almost religious. He's a man on a mission, his eyes locked onto his prize, his body tensed, every muscle taut. His hand moves faster, his grip tighter, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps. The room fills with the sound of wet flesh slapping against wet flesh, the scent of sex heavy in the air. He's close, his body tensing, his hand moving faster, and then, with a final cry, he's there, his cock pulsing, his body shuddering as he milks every last drop from himself.