In the quiet of his room, a Chch lad takes matters into his own hands, quite literally. He teases his cock to stiffness, feeling the heat build in his loins. His strokes become faster, more urgent, as he imagines the forbidden. With a loud groan, he reaches his peak, his body convulsing as he sprays his load, painting his skin and the floor with his sticky, white cum. He surveys the mess, chuckling, before cleaning up, leaving nothing but the lingering scent of his solo NZ bukkake.