In the dimly lit room, Sam Giger takes a seat at the table, eyes darting nervously towards the hidden camera beneath. With a quick glance around, he unzips, his throbbing cock springing free. He strokes it eagerly, veins pulsing with desire. His balls tighten as he feels the familiar rush of pleasure, the table creaking softly under his frantic rhythm. With a final, shuddering groan, he explodes, thick ropes of cum painting the underside of the table.