In a dimly lit room, the air thick with anticipation, Cody kneels, his breath hitching as the circle of men closes in. They're a symphony of grunts and moans, their hands working their cocks with urgency. The first rope of cum lands on Cody's cheek, and the race is on. They come, one after the other, their hot, creamy loads dripping down Cody's face, coating his tongue, and dripping onto his chest.