Self-Love Symphony

A man, alone in his den, lets his mind wander, his hand following suit. He unzips, his cock springing free, already hard. He grips it, his fist tight, moving in long, slow strokes. His other hand cups his balls, rolling them gently. His breath comes in ragged gasps as he picks up the pace, his hand a blur. He leans back, his body tensing as he spills over, his cock pulsing as he paints his belly with his release.

• sex
• masturbating
• hand

• Unknown