In the heart of the wilderness, Dark Manley stands tall, his mammoth cock tenting his pants. The wind whips around him, but it's his own heat that's most palpable. He frees his beast, letting it bob heavily in the open air. His large hand grips the girth, stroking slowly at first, then faster, more urgent. He leans against a tree, his body tensing as he nears the edge. His groans echo through the forest, a primal symphony, as he releases, his hot seed painting the forest floor.