Matador Bi, a man of insatiable appetites, takes his pleasure into his own hands, literally. With a hungry groan, he wraps his fist around his stiff, veiny cock, and begins to stroke with a fervor that belies his calm demeanor. His hips buck in sync with his hand, driving his length through the tight tunnel he's created. Pre-cum beads at the tip, glistening in the dim light, as he brings himself closer to the edge with each purposeful thrust. The room fills with the sound of his ragged breaths and the wet, lewd noises of his self-love.