Psol78, a man of few words and many desires, takes matters into his own hands. Literally. His cock, a beast of its own, strains against his jeans, eager for release. He obliges, pulling it out and letting it stand proud. His fist wraps around it, pumping with a urgency born of desperation. His hips buck, fucking his own hand, as he chases his climax. His grunts fill the room, a symphony of carnal need, as he brings himself to the brink and finally, mercifully, tips over the edge.