In the dimly lit room, Rocco's powerful hand works his rigid cock, the sound of wet flesh slapping echoing. His grunts grow louder as he approaches climax. With a final groan, he comes undone, hot cum spurting forth, painting his hand and the bedsheets. He dips his fingers into the sticky mess, lifting them to his lips. The taste of his own seed on his tongue sends a shiver down his spine.