Dark Manley, in the throes of self-pleasure, takes his time, his fingers tracing patterns on his skin, his touch feather-light yet firm. He grips his cock, feeling the pulse of life within, and begins to stroke, his hand moving in long, steady motions. He teases his balls, his fingers brushing against his taint, sending shivers of pleasure through him. His breath comes in short gasps as he nears the edge, his strokes becoming frantic, his grip tightening. With a final, guttural moan, he comes, his body trembling as he coats his hand and abdomen with his hot, sticky cum.