Ironworker's Solace: Hands on Steel, Cock in Hand

The blacksmith, a rugged man with a body honed by years of labor, finds solace in the rhythmic dance of his hammer on the anvil. Yet, his body craves a different kind of release. As the sun sets, he retreats to his private chamber, his cock already hard, tenting his rough trousers. He undresses, his powerful body a symphony of muscles and scars, his cock standing proud, a monument to his desire. He closes his eyes, imagining the softness of a woman's touch, the warmth of her mouth, the tightness of her cunt. His strokes become more urgent, his breathing ragged, until with a final, deep thrust of his hips, he comes, his cum painting his abdomen, a silent testament to his forbidden fantasies.

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