David Dale, a man of insatiable hunger, spends three hours in a private marathon of self-pleasure. He starts slow, his hand caressing his cock, his breath deepening. As time passes, his strokes become more urgent, his grip tighter. He varies his pace, teasing his sensitive tip, then gripping firmly, his body tensing. Sweat trickles down his chest, his muscles flexing. With a final, powerful stroke, he comes undone, ropes of cum shooting out, his body shuddering with the force of his release.