Cedrix's room is dimly lit, the air thick with anticipation. He's been waiting for this moment all day. His big dick strains against his pants, begging for release. He unzips, letting it spring free, and it bobs heavily in his hand. He spits into his palm, lubing up, and begins to stroke. His grip is tight, his rhythm steady. His other hand plays with his balls, rolling them gently. His moans fill the room as he edges closer to climax, his body tensing, ready to explode.