Corey has been holding it for what feels like forever, and now he’s on the edge of total collapse. The only thing keeping him from bursting is the awkward stance he’s forced himself into—not standing, not sitting, but hunched over with his hands gripping his knees. It’s not comfort. It’s pure desperation.
His cock dangles heavily between his legs, and though it looks like he’s just catching his breath, we know better. So does he. The posture is a cover, a weak attempt to hide the leaks he can’t stop. But the sound betrays him—the faint hiss of piss sliding down his leg, the soft patter as it hits the floor. And then it happens. The moment his fight ends.
The release tears out of him with violent force, a wet splatter that echoes like a small explosion in the room. It’s the kind of flood that only comes from a cock as thick and heavy as Corey’s. All that pressure, finally unleashed, is unstoppable. Undeniable.
No one should be surprised it sounds that powerful. With a dick like his, nothing less would do.