He owns the room. Naked. Muscled frame, belly soft. Fist wraps shaft. Slow strokes echo in quiet space. Skin slaps faintly against thigh. Breath hitches ragged. Living room glows dim — TV hums low, chairs wait empty. Pace quickens. Hand blurs. Grunts deepen guttural. Cock throbs rigid. Balls swing heavy. Tension coils. Final pumps frantic. Cum erupts ropes across floor.