FuckinSox, clad in red underwear and socks, sits back, his hand casually rubbing his growing bulge. He looks into the camera, a smirk playing on his lips. He knows what's coming, and so do we. He pulls down his underwear, his hard cock slapping against his abs. He wraps his hand around it, stroking slowly at first, then picking up speed. His breathing becomes ragged, his grip tighter. He's close. With a final stroke, he comes, his cum coating his hand and dripping onto his socks, a satisfied groan escaping his lips.