Hzmall's morning ritual begins with a stiff salute, his thick cock standing at attention. He grips his length, the sensation of his calloused palm against his smooth skin sending shivers down his spine. His strokes are steady, his grip firm, as he chases the ecstasy of release. The room echoes with his ragged breaths and the wet slapping of flesh against flesh. As his orgasm nears, his strokes become feverish, his grip tightening. With a final, shuddering groan, he unleashes his load, his cock pulsing as he paints his masterpiece on the wall.