Dark Manley, the master of his domain, treats himself to an indulgent session of self-pleasure. His large, calloused hand wraps around his throbbing cock, working it with practiced ease. His eyes locked on the prize, he feels the familiar surge of heat building in his loins. His grip firms, and with a roar, he releases, his cum shooting forth in thick, ropey strands, coating his hand and dribbling down to his waiting fingers. His body bucks, riding out the waves of ecstasy, before finally collapsing, sated and spent, in his own personal aftermath.