Unseen Fist in Lingerie
A lone boxer, in the throes of post-workout euphoria, retreats to the locker room, still in his tight, sweaty shorts. His cock, semi-hard from the intense training, twitches as he catches his reflection in the mirror. He tentatively cups his bulge, feeling the heat radiating from his crotch. He slips his hand inside, wrapping his fingers around his shaft, a groan escaping his lips as he begins to stroke. His other hand reaches down, cupping his heavy balls, rolling them gently as he picks up the pace. His body responds, his cock growing harder, his strokes more urgent. He leans against the locker, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he nears his climax, his fist moving like a piston until he finally finds his release, his cum dripping onto the cold, hard floor.