In the dimly lit room, Vindictive's mammoth cock tents his pants, begging for release. He obliges, whipping it out and stroking it slowly, his eyes locked on the camera. The anticipation builds as he speeds up, his hand a blur on his cock. The room fills with the sound of his heavy breathing and the slap of flesh on flesh. Suddenly, he lets out a guttural groan, and his cock pulses, sending streams of cum flying, painting his abs and the floor below in a sticky, white mess.