Fiend Coxz stands tall, his cock freed from its confines, ready for its solo performance. He starts slow, teasing himself, his hand sliding up and down his shaft, feeling every vein, every ridge. His breath hitches as he picks up the pace, his grip tightening, his strokes becoming more urgent. The room is filled with the intoxicating scent of his pre-cum, a beacon of his impending release.