Omar, alone in his room, decides to indulge in some personal time. His hand wraps around his thick, uncut cock, feeling the weight and heat of it. He strokes slowly, savoring the sensation, his breath hitching as he picks up the pace. Precum leaks from the tip, making his hand glide smoothly along his length. He uses his other hand to cup his balls, gently squeezing as he gets closer to the edge. His grip tightens, his strokes become feverish, and with a low groan, he comes, ropes of cum spilling onto his hand.