Superdarius Guy's strong, calloused hands glide over the throbbing cock, his grip firm yet gentle. He takes his time, teasing out every ounce of pleasure, his own body responding to the sensation in his grip. The room is filled with the sounds of wet, sucking noises as he works, the scent of musk and sweat hanging heavy in the air. As he nears the edge, his strokes become more insistent, more urgent, until with a final, shuddering groan, he spills over, his release coating his hand and the floor below.