

Flash Murrow drops his shorts and his cock springs out, half-hard and already heavy. The room smells like sweat and cheap cologne. He wraps a hand around it, gives it a couple lazy strokes, grinning like he knows every eye in the place is on him. "Watch this," he mutters, then starts working it for real, hips rolling, balls swinging. Someone laughs. Someone else curses. He loves the attention, loves knowing he’s the loudest cock in the room. He spits in his palm, slicks the head, and keeps going until his thighs tremble and he’s breathing hard through his teeth. When he finally shoots, it lands in thick ropes across the floor, and he just laughs, wiping his hand on his stomach like it’s no big deal.

Flash Murrow drops his shorts and his cock springs out, half-hard and already heavy. The room smells like sweat and cheap cologne. He wraps a hand around it, gives it a couple lazy strokes, grinning like he knows every eye in the place is on him. "Watch this," he mutters, then starts working it for real, hips rolling, balls swinging. Someone laughs. Someone else curses. He loves the attention, loves knowing he’s the loudest cock in the room. He spits in his palm, slicks the head, and keeps going until his thighs tremble and he’s breathing hard through his teeth. When he finally shoots, it lands in thick ropes across the floor, and he just laughs, wiping his hand on his stomach like it’s no big deal.