Alone in his room, Bronha's mind races with lust. He looks down at his massive, throbbing cock, already leaking pre-cum. He spits into his hand and begins to stroke, his grip tight, his rhythm steady. His other hand finds his balls, rolling them gently, sending jolts of pleasure up his spine. He imagines a tight, wet pussy around his cock, and his strokes become more urgent. His body tenses, his abdominals clenching, as he feels his orgasm approaching. With a final, powerful thrust, he comes, his cum shooting out in thick ropes, painting his stomach and chest, leaving him gasping and spent.