Dave's solo masturbation is a symphony of sensation, a dance of desire that leaves him gasping for breath. His fist pumps his cock with increasing fervor, his grip tightening as he nears the precipice. His free hand migrates to his tits, pinching and twisting his nipples, sending jolts of pleasure straight to his groin. He can feel the familiar tingle in his balls, the telltale sign that he's close. With a final, shuddering stroke, he comes undone, his cum shooting out in thick ropes, painting his stomach and hand in a sticky, white mess.