In the quietude of his route's end, the mailman succumbs to his carnal needs. Unbuttoning his uniform, he reveals his rigid cock, aching for touch. He pumps his shaft, the rhythm steady and sure, his mind flooded with illicit thoughts of the day's deliveries. Each stroke brings him closer to the edge, his body tensing, his groans muffled by the hum of his vehicle. Finally, with a shudder, he finds his release, his hot seed spilling over his fingers.