When the mail comes, so does relief

The mailman's hands are never idle, even when they're not sorting letters. Today, he's found a secluded spot in a vacant house, the perfect place to indulge in his private ritual. He unzips, his cock springing free, already eager for attention. He takes his time, running his calloused hands up and down his length, imagining the curves of the women who've thanked him today. His grunts fill the empty room as he increases his pace, his body tensing as he spills his load, breathing heavily as he returns to his daily duties.

• masturbation
• solo

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