In the dimly lit room, Mstrb8 1962 lies back, his hand wrapped around his throbbing cock. He's been at it for a while, his grip tight, his strokes steady. His other hand is busy, too, cupping his balls, teasing his taint, even dipping a finger back to rim his hole. He's lost in his own world, his moans filling the room as he works himself into a frenzy. He's close, his cock pulsing in his hand. He grits his teeth, his body tensing as he finally comes, his cock jerking as he spills his load all over his stomach and chest.