The mailman, a burly, tattooed man with a thick, uncut cock, finds solace in his daily routine, but today, something stirs his loins. As he sorts the mail, he notices a racy letter, the sight of which sends blood rushing to his groin. He locks the door, pulls out his massive, veiny cock, and begins to stroke, his breath heavy and eager. He imagines the recipient's hands on him, their lips, their tongue, as he picks up the pace, his body tensing, his grip tightening. With a grunt, he comes undone, his cock pulsing as he spills his load onto the sorted letters.