In the dim light, Skylarknu's fishnet-clad figure writhes, his big cock aching for release. He runs his hands along his legs, feeling the soft nylon, his touch igniting his senses. His ass cheeks tighten as he strokes, his cock slipping in and out of his fist. The sound of nylon against his skin, his own ragged breaths, and the slick sounds of his cock are his world now. His body tenses, ready to explode, his cockhead pulsing with impending ecstasy.