Dave's cock tents his pants, a testament to his arousal. He doesn't bother to hide it, instead opting to give in to his desires. He unbuttons his fly, his cock springing free, already hard and leaking. He wraps his hand around his length, his grip tight, his strokes firm. His body responds, his hips bucking, his breath coming in short gasps. He's lost in his pleasure, his eyes closed, his body tense. With a final, shuddering breath, he comes, his cock pulsing, his body relaxing as he's consumed by his own touch.