The clock strikes nine, and Mtc78, London's most insatiable stud, can't wait any longer. His hand wraps around his immense morning wood, his grip firm and steady. The city's rhythm sets the pace, his fist sliding up and down his engorged shaft. His grunts mingle with the distant hum of traffic as he brings himself to the brink. With a final, powerful stroke, he unloads, his hot seed spilling out, a testament to his London lust.