Richard, a man of mystery, takes center stage in a dimly lit room, his only accompaniment a well-worn chair and a bottle of lube. His massive cock, a true marvel, tents his jeans, begging for release. With a slow, practiced ease, he unzips, freeing his throbbing member. He strokes it, feeling its weight and heat in his hand. His other hand wanders, teasing his balls, before sliding lower, fingers dancing around his asshole. He spits, lubes up, and plunges two fingers deep, groaning at the sensations. With a grunt, he withdraws, positions his cock at his entrance, and pushes in, fucking his own ass, his big cock slamming into his palm.