Thursday's Torrid Touch

Damned by his own lust, this man finds no solace in the company of others. Every Thursday, he retreats to his sanctuary, a cramped, dark room where he can indulge his cravings in private. His hands, calloused from years of labor, now serve a different purpose. They trace the lines of his body, igniting sparks of pleasure. His cock, hard and throbbing, demands attention. He gives in, his strokes steady and sure, until the wave of ecstasy washes over him, leaving him spent and panting, his secret shame hidden once more.

• soloboy
• thu
• dam

• Unknown