In the dimly lit, grimy alley behind a bustling city street, Moxxie finds a moment of solace. His hand wanders down, stroking his hardening cock through his jeans. With a quick glance around, he unzips, letting his thick, uncut cock spring free. He spits into his palm, lathering up before wrapping his fist around his meat, jerking slowly at first, then gaining speed. His breath hitches as he nears climax, his body tensing before he explodes, painting the cold alley wall with his hot, sticky cum.