Fit For Service

Dressed in his blue scrubs, Luke Marcum reaches deep down inside his pants and touches his fleshy manbits. Then he shrugs off his shirt and frees his cock which is already hard and aching to be squeezed some more. Luke strokes his meatpole and his entire body responds to the touch: his nipples are erect and perky; his pecs tense-up; and his dick seems to project itself firmer and harder with every tight pull. Luke's brow is soon glistening with sweat and he doesn't stop fiddling on his instrument until he finally explodes, shooting spurts of spooge onto his belly.