Under the dim glow of his bedside lamp, the inked otter begins his nightly ritual, his calloused hands wrapping around his stiff cock. His hairy chest heaves as he picks up the pace, his foreskin sliding back and forth over his sensitive head. The room is filled with the sounds of his wet stroking and the scent of his precum. As his orgasm approaches, he leans back, his abs contracting as he shoots his load onto his stomach. With a satisfied sigh, he leans down, his tongue lapping up the mess, tasting his own essence before swallowing it down.