Johndoithard's massive cock throbs and strains as he works it with expert precision, the flashlight casting a harsh, clinical light that accentuates every bead of sweat and drop of pre-cum. His grunts echo in the silent room, the only sound besides the rhythmic slapping of his hand against his taut belly. His body tenses, his abs clench, and then he's coming, a flood of cum pulsing from his cock, the bright light making each spurt visible as it arches through the air and splatters onto his chest.