Massive Manhood Meets Solitary Bliss
The man's cock, a monument to his lust, stands at attention, ready for its solo performance. He coats it with lube, the cool liquid a stark contrast to the heat of his flesh. He starts slow, teasing himself, his hand gliding effortlessly up and down his shaft. His other hand cups his balls, rolling them gently, sending jolts of pleasure straight to his cock. He picks up the pace, his breathing ragged, his heart pounding. His cock, slick and wet, slides through his fist, the friction sending electric shocks through his body. He grunts, his hips bucking, as he chases his orgasm, his body trembling with the force of his release. He collapses back, his chest heaving, his cock still twitching, as he rides out the waves of his self-induced pleasure.