I7bernard, a chiseled, tattooed man, stands in his room, his massive cock already tenting his shorts. He slides them down, letting his thick, uncut dick spring free. He spits on his palm, wrapping it around his girth, and begins to stroke. His other hand cups his heavy balls, rolling them gently. He leans back, his body tensing as he picks up speed, fucking his fist with abandon. His face contorts in pleasure, his breath coming in ragged gasps. With a deep, guttural groan, he comes, his cock pulsing as it shoots hot, creamy cum all over his hand and the floor. He laughs, looking down at the mess, before cleaning up and walking away, leaving the room filled with the scent of his spent desire.