Eavesdropping Ecstasy: Her Moans, My Hand

In the shadows of his room, a man becomes the master of his domain, his senses heightened by the symphony of his girlfriend's voice. She's unaware, her words meant for another, but they're his now, his to use, his to indulge in. Her laughter, her gasps, her whispered nothings, all fuel his desire. His hand, a mere extension of his will, slides up and down his shaft, the friction building, her voice his conductor, her moans his crescendo.

• dirty-talk
• jerking-off

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