Kennedy, a lonesome wolf in his den, craves his private pleasure. He strips down, his cock already hard and aching. Sitting on the edge of his bed, he takes his stiff length in hand, his calloused palm gliding up and down the veined shaft. His other hand cups his heavy balls, rolling them gently as he picks up the pace. His breath comes in ragged gasps, his abs clenching as he fights to hold back. Finally, with a low groan, he comes, his cock jerking as he paints his stomach with his hot, white load.