(mh=5tD4WGgwqI_aRlAN)2.jpg)
In the throes of unbridled desire, a man succumbs to the call of his flesh, his hand a poor substitute for the warmth of a woman but better than nothing. His grip is firm, his pace relentless, as he works his engorged cock, the veins standing out in stark relief. His mind is a whirlwind of carnal images, his body aching for release. He groans, his stomach clenching as he comes undone, painting his torso with his seed, his body shuddering with the force of his climax.