"Sorry, but it's so fucking hot," he mutters, his hand tentatively wrapping around his massive, twitching cock. He's apologetic, yet eager, his eyes locked on his throbbing flesh. He starts slow, his hand gliding up and down, his grip tightening as his pace quickens. His other hand cups his heavy balls, rolling them gently. His breath hitches, his body stiffens, and with a final, desperate stroke, he lets out a low groan, his cock pulsing as it paints his torso with thick, creamy cum, leaving him panting and spent.