Blake Mason, a young, fair-skinned Brit, leans back in his chair, his hand already working his stiffening cock through his jeans. He's alone, the room quiet except for the soft sounds of his breathing and the rustle of fabric. He pulls out his cock, and it's clear why he's gained such a reputation - it's a monster. He jerks it slowly, his eyes half-closed, lost in the sensation. The room grows warm, the air thick with his scent. His strokes become faster, more urgent, until with a final gasp, he comes, his cum splattering onto his stomach and hand.