The clock ticks, and the memory of last night's uncut cock lingers, making his own dick throb. He's alone, but the echoes of pleasure from the previous encounter keep him company. His hand finds its way to his crotch, pulling out his big, uncut cock. It's already leaking, hungry for more action. He strokes, his grip tight, his pace steady. The room fills with the sound of flesh on flesh, and his breath hitches as he gets closer, the memory of last night's meaty treat pushing him over the edge.