Feet planted firm on carpet, thighs spread, that cock hangs low and swings rhythmic — living room glow from lamps and TV flicker hits his hairy belly just right. Arms out, he pumps the pose, muscles tense under the padding, dick flopping bold in the open space with bookshelves watching. No rush. Just raw, unscripted flex right there by the radiator and pink curtain. Balls tight. He owns the room.