Brody Richardson, a beefy, leather-clad daddy, treats himself to a solo session in his dimly lit dungeon. His massive BBC, barely contained in tight leather waistcoat, throbs with anticipation. He slips on black latex gloves, caressing his muscular body, before focusing on his aching cock, rubbing and squeezing through the leather. The room fills with the sound of his heavy breathing and the rustle of leather as he edges himself, denial written all over his sweat-slicked face.