Drak Grace, in a private moment, gives in to his urges. He slowly unzips, revealing his throbbing bulge, and begins to stroke himself through his boxers. The fabric tents as his cock grows harder, straining against the material. With a groan, he frees himself, his thick shaft pulsing in his hand. He lubes up, fingers tracing the veins, and starts a languid rhythm. His other hand cups his heavy balls, massaging them gently. His body tenses, abs contracting, as he nears the edge. A guttural moan escapes as he explodes, ropes of cum painting his torso.