Gory's hand moves with a purpose, his grip tight around his throbbing cock. The room is filled with the sound of flesh slapping against flesh, his breath coming in ragged gasps. He can feel the familiar tingle in his spine, the telltale sign that he's close. A few more strokes, and with a loud groan, he comes undone. His cock pulses, sending rope after rope of cum flying, painting the room with his milky load. He takes a moment to appreciate the mess he's made, a satisfied smile on his face.