Michael White, inked and eager, takes the time to appreciate his own body. His hands trace the lines of his tattoos, lingering on the sensitive spots that make him shiver. His cock, thick and long, responds to his touch, standing at attention. He strokes it slowly, enjoying the sensation of his foreskin moving over the sensitive head. The room is filled with the sound of his wet, sloppy masturbation, the scent of his arousal heavy in the air. He brings himself to the edge, then backs off, teasing himself until he can't take it anymore. With a final, desperate stroke, he comes undone, his body shaking as he paints his chest with his load.