Mailman's Lonely Stroking

In the quiet of his empty house, the mailman finds solace in his own touch. He unbuttons his uniform, letting it fall to the floor, revealing his hardening cock. He strokes it gently, imagining the hands of the women he delivers to, their soft skin, their hungry eyes. His breath hitches as he picks up the pace, his hand a tight fist around his thick shaft. He leans back, legs spread, and lets out a low moan as he brings himself to climax, hot cum spilling over his hand.

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