Tex3581, a man of few words, lets his body do the talking. In the soft glow of his bedside lamp, he reveals his stiff, throbbing cock. His hand, strong and sure, grips his shaft, moving in a fluid dance that's equal parts reverence and hunger. He leans back, his eyes closed, lost in the pleasure of his own touch. His balls tighten as he nears climax, his groans echoing in the silent room. With a final, shuddering stroke, he comes undone, his hot seed spilling onto his hand.