King Zekiel, the ebony god, takes center stage in his dimly lit room, his massive cock already tents his shorts. He peels them off, revealing his thick, veiny shaft, throbbing with need. He strokes it languidly, his eyes closed, imagining the countless women who've begged for his cock. He spits on his hand, slicking up his dick, and picks up the pace, his fist flying over his length. His abs clench, and with a guttural groan, he comes, ropes of cum shooting onto his chest and hand.