Morenać§o Belzebu, alone in his room, gives in to his desires. He strips, his cock already hard, and begins to stroke. His hand moves up and down his shaft, the sound of wet flesh filling the room. He grunts, his body writhing. He takes his time, teasing himself, drawing out his pleasure. Finally, he can't hold back. He cums, his body shuddering, his cock pulsing as he covers himself in his own semen, the smell of sex heavy in the air.