Fist Fucking to Perfection

Aleslaskie's fist is a sculptor's tool, and his cock is the clay. He shapes and molds it with expert precision, coaxing it to grow, to throb, to ache for release. His grip is firm, his rhythm steady, as he plunges his hand deeper and deeper into his own heat. The room echoes with the obscene sounds of his self-love, the wet squelch of his fist plunging into his body, the slap of his balls against his wrist. His breath comes in ragged gasps, his body tense with the effort to maintain control. But control is a fleeting thing in this dance of desire, and soon, he's crying out, his body convulsing as he spills his load, his cock pulsing with each wave of ecstasy.

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