Milking Massage: Solo Ecstasy
The room is filled with the scent of oil and the sound of wet flesh slapping against flesh. A man, his body a canvas of muscles and tattoos, sits on a chair, his legs spread wide. His hand, slick with lubricant, grips his cock, moving up and down with a steady, rhythmic motion. His other hand cups his balls, squeezing gently, sending jolts of pleasure through him. His eyes are closed, his head thrown back, lost in the sensation. The room is filled with the sound of his ragged breaths, the wet sucking sounds of his hand around his cock, and the occasional grunt of pleasure. As he nears the edge, his strokes become faster, more urgent. With a final cry, he comes, his cock pulsing as it spills his load onto his stomach, leaving a glistening trail of cum.