In the privacy of the bathroom, Curmudgeon691 takes matters into his own hands, literally. He strips down, his cock already hard and aching for release. He spits into his palm, lubricating his length as he begins to pump his fist, his grip tight and steady. His moans echo off the tiled walls as he picks up the pace, his body coiling like a spring ready to unload. With a final, powerful stroke, he blows his load, ropes of cum splattering against the cold, hard surface, leaving his mark in the most primal way.