Tony Bigcock, a man of considerable endowment, retreats to his dimly lit bedroom, the scent of beeswax candles filling the air. He strips, his massive cock swinging heavily, already semi-erect. Settling onto the bed, he grips his shaft, the veins pulsing as he begins to stroke. His breath deepens, the room echoing with the wet sound of his hand working his length. He closes his eyes, lost in his own carnal fantasy, his body tensing as he nears release, his climax explosive and satisfying.