The party may be over, but the fun is just beginning for this solo player. With a smoke still hanging from his lips and alcohol coursing through his veins, he takes matters into his own hands. Literally. His hand works his cock with practiced ease, the sound of wet skin slapping filling the room. His eyes roll back as he feels the familiar tingle, and with a final, rough stroke, he spills his load, a thick, creamy mess coating his chest and hand.