Alone in his dimly lit room, Bulldozer's mind races with fantasies too wild to contain. He unzips, and out pops a monster that defies belief. It's a wonder he can even hold it, but hold it he does, his fist wrapped tightly around the thick base. He pumps, his grip slick with spit and pre-cum, his strokes long and steady. His other hand wanders, tweaking his nipples, teasing his taint, adding fuel to the fire burning in his loins. He's a man on a mission, his body coiled like a spring ready to snap. When it finally does, he roars, his cock pulsing as it spills a generous helping of his seed onto the floor.