In the hush of night, a thick, hairy chub stirs under the covers. The dim light casts a shadow on the tented sheet, hinting at the size and girth hidden within. A beefy, hairy hand reaches in, wrapping around the throbbing length, stroking slowly, building a rhythm. The grunts grow louder, the strokes more urgent, until the bedsheet is a mess of sweat and cum.