Under the silvery glow of the full moon, Woodall29's desires stir. His cock, thick and ready, demands attention. He wraps his fist around it, pumping slowly, feeling every vein and ridge. His other hand cups his balls, massaging them gently. The room echoes with his ragged breaths and the slick sounds of his self-pleasure. His mind races with fantasies of anonymous encounters, faceless partners eager to satisfy his late-night cravings. His body tenses, his cock throbbing as he spills his load, painting the sheets with his hot, sticky seed.