In the dim light of his room, the British lad spreads his legs, his hand wrapping around his thick, uncut cock. He strokes it slowly, his other hand cupping his heavy balls, feeling their weight. His breath comes in ragged gasps as he picks up the pace, his grip tightening. He leans in, his tongue darting out to lick the pre-cum beading at the tip, before taking the entire length into his mouth, gagging slightly as it hits the back of his throat. His hand never stops moving, his fingers digging into his flesh as he brings himself closer to the edge.