Awakening to the sun's first rays, Migue's thick, uncut black cock stirs, tenting his sheets. His hand, calloused from years of labor, wraps around the substantial girth, the familiar weight a comfort. He strokes slowly, the foreskin sliding back and forth over the sensitive head, already glistening with pre-cum. His other hand cups his heavy balls, rolling them gently as he picks up the pace. The room fills with the wet, slapping sounds of his hand meeting his cock, the scent of his musk heavy in the air. His breath hitches as he nears climax, his abs tensing, before he groans deeply, ropes of hot cum painting his tanned stomach.