LKingsbr, a man of few words, lets his actions speak volumes. He strips down to his rose-patterned boxers, the fabric already damp with his pre-cum. His cock strains against the material, demanding release. He jerks himself off, the sound of wet flesh slapping against flesh echoing in the empty room. His grunts grow louder, more animalistic as he nears his climax. Finally, with a roar, he comes, his load filling his boxers, the rose pattern now stained with his white, sticky cum.