The room is filled with the symphony of wet, slapping sounds as he works his monster cock, the veins pulsing with each stroke. He admires the sheer size of it, the way it curves slightly to the left, the way it throbs with life in his hand. His mouth waters as he takes it in again, his tongue swirling around the head, tasting every inch. He can feel it growing, expanding, filling his mouth completely. He pulls back, gasps for air, and dives back in, his body driven by a primal hunger to consume it all.