Alone in his sanctum, he indulges, his fist pumping his engorged member with fervor. His body tenses, and with a primal growl, he comes, hot cum erupting from his slit, coating his skin in sticky, pearlescent evidence of his pleasure. Yet he craves more, and with a shift of his hips, he lets his bladder empty, the warm, golden liquid pooling beneath him, a perverse contrast to his spent seed.