In the quiet of his room, Piotrek914's big, uncut cock aches for release. He teases it from his pants, letting it spring free, already half-hard and pulsing with need. He spits into his palm, coating his hand and his cock, then begins to stroke, long and slow. His eyes flutter closed, lost in the sensation of his tight grip, imagining a warm, wet mouth or a tight, eager pussy. He picks up speed, his breath coming in short gasps, until he's groaning, his cock pulsing as it releases a thick, creamy load onto his stomach.