Belbitanus, in a private moment, indulges in some self-love. His hand wrapped around his throbbing member, he rhythmically pumps, feeling the friction build. His mind races with fantasies, his body responding with eager anticipation. As he nears the point of no return, his strokes become more urgent, his grip more intense. With a final, powerful thrust, he feels the familiar surge, and he lets out a guttural groan as he paints his chest with his warm, creamy cum. Satisfied, he takes a moment to appreciate the mess he's made, a testament to his morning pleasure.