As the moon casts its silvery glow through the window, a lone man, Dante 69Eb, retreats to the sanctuary of his room. His eyes roam over his muscular frame, appreciating the curves and lines that have earned him his reputation. With a hungry groan, he wraps his fist around his throbbing cock, feeling the heat and pulsating need. His strokes are slow, deliberate, as he lets the pleasure build, imagining unseen hands joining his. The room fills with the sound of his wet, sucking grip and the occasional smack of flesh against flesh. His breath hitches as he picks up the pace, his ass clenching with each thrust into his hand. The tension coils in his core, ready to snap, as he lets out a guttural moan, releasing his hot, thick load onto his stomach.