As the clock strikes midnight, Dark Manley can't resist the urges that have been building all day. He retreats to his private lair, the dim lighting casting dramatic shadows on his chiseled physique. His massive cock tents his boxers, begging for release. Manley obliges, his hand wrapping around his shaft, pumping it with practiced ease. The room fills with the sound of his flesh slapping against flesh, the wet sounds of his pre-cum lubricating his strokes. His body tenses, his abs contracting as he nears the edge. With a guttural groan, Manley tips over, his cock pulsing as it spills his load, the evidence of his late-night sizzle coating his skin.