The room echoes with the sound of flesh slapping against flesh as he works his meaty tool. His grip tightens, his strokes becoming more urgent. His breath hitches, his body tenses, and with a roar that shakes the walls, he unleashes a torrent of cum. Thick, white ropes arc through the air, painting the room with his essence. He continues to stroke, milking every last drop, his body shuddering with the force of his release. As he catches his breath, he looks down at the mess he's made, a satisfied smirk on his face.