With a wicked grin, he spits into his palm, lubing up his already slick shaft. His strokes are slow, deliberate, drawing out his pleasure. His other hand cups his balls, rolling them gently, sending jolts of electricity up his spine. He leans back, eyes closed, his mind filling with forbidden images. His body responds, his strokes quickening, his breath coming in short gasps. With a final, guttural moan, he comes, his cock pulsing, painting his chest with ropes of creamy cum.