Spanish Night: Throbbing Pulses in the Dark
David, in the throes of a sleepless night, finds solace in the rhythmic motion of his hand on his aching cock. The room is bathed in the soft glow of the streetlights, casting long, dancing shadows as he strokes himself. His hand, slick with his own spit and pre-cum, glides effortlessly along his length, from the sensitive head to the base, where his balls tighten with anticipation. The room fills with the scent of his musk, a testament to his arousal. He imagines the soft, wet heat of a mouth enveloping him, the sensation driving him to the brink. With a final, shuddering stroke, he comes, his cum splattering onto his stomach, the hot, sticky fluid dripping down his fingers as he continues to milk his cock, prolonging his pleasure in the quiet, intimate moment.