Loganhead's big cock is throbbing, demanding attention. He pushes his boxers down, letting his monster spring free. He runs his fingers over the sensitive head, feeling the slick precum already beading at the tip. He imagines a tight, wet pussy gripping him, urging him on. His strokes become more urgent, his grip tighter. His breath hitches as he pictures fucking a willing, moaning woman, her nails digging into his back, her legs wrapped around him. With a guttural groan, he comes undone, his cock pulsing as he coats his hand and the floor with his hot, sticky cum.