Solitary Teen's Bukkake Fantasy
A lonely teen, craving human contact, retreats to his room, stripping off his shirt and undoing his jeans. His gaze falls on a well-worn bra hanging from his desk lamp, a remnant of a past encounter. He picks it up, rubbing the soft fabric against his cheek before bringing it to his nose, inhaling the faint scent of its former owner. His cock hardens, tenting his boxers. He pulls them down, freed, his thick shaft bobs, eager for attention. He strokes, his grip tight, mimicking the sensation of a tight pussy or ass. His other hand cups his balls, rolling them gently. He imagines a room full of horny girls, their mouths open, tongues out, waiting for his load. He pumps faster, his breathing ragged, his body tensing as he reaches the brink. With a loud groan, he comes, ropes of cum shooting out, painting the bra and the floor beneath.