Bracing the chill, Patrick steps outdoors, his breath visible in the crisp air. He's not alone, though; his follower, unseen, watches from afar. Patrick's gloved hands slowly unzip, revealing his hardening cock. He strokes it gently, the contrast of the cold air and his warm flesh sending shivers down his spine. His pace quickens, and his moans grow louder, echoing in the quiet wilderness. Finally, with a low grunt, he reaches his peak, his cum shooting out, painting the snow a milky white.