As the sun creeps up, so does Mr.footsucker's amateur stud, his hand already wrapped around his stiffening cock. He's late for work, but the hunger for release is undeniable. In the dim light of his bedroom, he strokes his thick shaft, the familiar rhythm calming his nerves. Precome beads at the tip, and he catches it with his thumb, using it as lube to increase his pace. His grunts fill the room as he edges closer, his balls tightening. With one final thrust, he spills his load, cleanup quickly before rushing out the door.