Monu's eyes gleam with mischief as he locks the door behind him. He knows what he's about to do is wrong, but the thrill of it only fuels his desire. He pushes down his pants, his hard pene springing free, already leaking precum. He spits into his hand, lubing it up as he starts to stroke, his other hand fondling his heavy balls. His rhythm quickens, his body tensing as he grunts his release, his pene pulsing as it coats his hand and the floor with hot, sticky cum.