The barbershop's dim lighting casts a soft glow on the muscular barber, his hands never still, always busy with the day's clients. But when the last patron leaves and the door locks behind them, his hands find a new purpose. He unzips, revealing a thick, throbbing cock that's been aching all day. With a groan, he wraps his calloused hands around it, pumping furiously. The mirror reflects his raw, primal lust as he fucks his fist, his breath fogging up the glass. He's close, so close, when the sudden buzz of his phone makes him jump, spilling his load onto the tiled floor.