Froldcock, the master of public displays, invites Henry to a private skype session. The room is simple, a webcam perched on a laptop, capturing Froldcock's every move. He's naked, his cock hard and ready. He strokes it, his grip tight, his pace steady. The camera zooms in, Henry's breath fogging up the screen. Froldcock's cock throbs, veins pulsing, as he nears climax. He lets out a guttural groan, his cum jetting out, a testament to his unbridled lust.