Sawdust and Cum: The Log Splitter's Kinky Secret

In the quiet solitude of his workshop, Emersonsharp finds an unexpected thrill in the rhythmic act of splitting logs. The raw power required to operate the machine, the scent of fresh pine, and the sight of wood chips flying through the air awaken a primal hunger within him. As he works, his mind wanders to taboo fantasies, his grip tightening on the tool's handle, mimicking the act of pleasuring himself. The friction of his jeans against his growing bulge becomes unbearable. He unzips, freeing his throbbing cock, and begins to stroke in time with the machine's powerful thrusts. The room fills with the sounds of his grunts, the machine's growl, and the wet slap of his hand on his cock as he nears release.

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