The fetish stud stalks into the dim playroom in leather harness and jock, his massive bulge already straining the pouch. He peels the jock down and lets a ridiculous slab of cock flop out, veiny and heavy, slapping against his thigh.
Oiled up, he grips the base with both fists and starts working the shaft. One hand can’t contain it; he switches to long two-handed strokes that squelch lewdly with lube. The swollen head turns purple as he edges closer.
He props a mirror between his boots so he can watch his own filthy performance, fingers teasing his balls and hole while the other hand keeps milking. Dirty talk spills out between clenched teeth.
The eruption is obscene: rope after rope of thick cum arcs across his chest, his abs, even hits his chin. He keeps stroking through the aftershocks, squeezing the last drops from his massive shaft while grinning into the lens.
