The table set, the aroma of dinner wafts in, but the man's appetite remains unsated. He retreats to his room, his mind filled with illicit thoughts. His pants drop, his black cock springing free. He takes it in his hand, the soft skin taut over the hard core. He strokes, his mind's eye painting vivid images. His breath hitches, his pace quickens, and with a guttural groan, he releases, his cum shooting out, painting his hand and the floor, a testament to his forbidden desire.