Daddi Blonde's soldier, a picture of discipline and restraint, stands at attention, his cock throbbing with unspent desire. He runs a hand over his chest, down to his abs, and finally grips his cock, giving it a few tentative strokes. His breath hitches as he picks up speed, his grip firm and his rhythm steady. His body tenses, his abs clench, and with a final, shuddering groan, he releases, his cum spilling out, a testament to his verification.