(mh=nO5GMXlvV25FVCp8)5.jpg)
The room echoes with the rhythmic sound of skin on skin as he grasps his cock, veiny and throbbing, in his fist. His strokes are deliberate, each one drawing a gasp from his lips, his body arching like a bowstring ready to snap. His mind races, filling with vivid, kinky fantasies that fuel his desire. His grip tightens, his strokes quicken, his breath comes in ragged pants as he chases his release. With a final, guttural moan, he finds it, his cock pulsing in his hand as he paints his chest with his hot, creamy seed.