Mrbaldi's thick, veiny cock stands at attention, begging for release. He teases it with gentle strokes, feeling the blood pulse beneath his fingertips. His other hand reaches down, cupping his heavy balls, rolling them gently. The scent of his musk fills the air as he picks up the pace, fucking his fist with increasing urgency. His abs contract, his chest heaves, and with a final, guttural groan, he explodes, rope after rope of cum arcing through the air, painting his chest and stomach with his sticky, hot seed.