Aluckguy, the lone wolf, indulges in his private ritual of release. His jeans pool at his feet as he frees his aching cock, already leaking with anticipation. He strokes, his grip firm and steady, his pace increasing with his rising desire. His body responds, his muscles taut, his breath ragged. The room spins as he chases his high, his hand a blur on his slick shaft. With a guttural groan, he finds his release, his cock pulsing as he coats his hand and the floor with his hot, creamy seed.