Dark Manley, alone in his dimly lit lair, begins to stroke his thick, veiny cock, his eyes locked on the fleshy, pulsing head. The room fills with the sound of his heavy breathing and the slick, wet noises of his hand working his shaft. His body tenses as he feels the familiar build-up, the electric current running up his spine. With a guttural groan, he unleashes a torrent of hot, white seed, ropes of it arcing through the air before landing with a splat on the floor. His body shudders with the force of his orgasm, his cock pulsing as it continues to gush out his load.