The TF2 Scout, in a moment of solitude, succumbs to his carnal desires. He unbuttons his pants, allowing his stiff cock to spring free. With a hungry look in his eyes, he wraps his hand around his shaft, stroking it with increasing urgency. His grip tightens as he picks up speed, his breath ragged and uneven. He leans back, his body tensing as he nears climax, and with a final thrust, he spills his load onto the ground, a satisfied groan escaping his lips.