Uninterrupted Ecstasy

The house is quiet, the world outside forgotten as he indulges in his afternoon vice. His hand, slick with spit, glides up and down his engorged cock, the friction sending jolts of pleasure through him. He imagines a woman's touch, her soft hands, her wet mouth, but it's his own grip that tightens, that speeds up, that brings him to the brink. His balls tighten, his stomach clenches, and with a guttural moan, he comes, his cock pulsing as he coats his hand and stomach with his hot, sticky cum. He collapses back, his chest heaving, a satisfied smile on his lips.

• soloboy

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