Rolando, alone in his car, can't resist the urge any longer. His big, black cock throbs in his pants, aching for release. He unzips, letting it spring free, thick and veiny. He strokes slowly, feeling every ridge, his other hand teasing his balls. The windows fog up as he picks up the pace, his breath coming in ragged gasps. He imagines a hot, wet mouth around him, pushing him closer to the edge. With a final, shuddering stroke, he comes, his cock pulsing as he paints the dashboard with his creamy load.