In the dim glow of the dashboard, Elvis '35's hand reaches down, pulling out his stiff cock from his tight jeans. The car's vibrations echo through his body as he begins to stroke, his grip tight and steady. His eyes flutter closed, lost in his own fantasy, as he picks up the pace, his hand flying over his length. With a final, shuddering grip, he comes undone, his hot seed spilling over his hand and onto the worn upholstery.