The ginger-haired hustler, Malfoyginger, retreats to a secluded alley, his pants tented by his enormous, hardening cock. He frees his throbbing member, the veins bulging as he begins to stroke. His mouth opens in a silent moan, his eyes closed, lost in the sensation of his own touch. The sound of nearby voices brings him back, the danger of being caught fueling his desire. He quickens his pace, his body jerking as he spills his load onto the grimy ground.