After a grueling workout, my frustration boiled over. I turned to my partner for relief, and as I pleasured her, I released a hot load, marking a satisfying end to my sexual drought.
After a grueling workout, I found myself on the brink of frustration. Unable to hold back any longer, I reached for my throbbing manhood, my hand moving in a rhythmic motion until I released a hot load, coating my hand and the floor beneath me. The sight of my creamy release was enough to bring a smile to my face, a testament to my relief. But the satisfaction was short-lived, as I realized I still craved the touch of another. I made my way to a nearby establishment, seeking the services of a professional in the art of pleasure. After a brief exchange, I found myself indulging in the skilled hands of a woman who knew just how to stroke me to the edge, her expert touch leading to a powerful climax that left me spent and satisfied. The sight of my release, a testament to our shared pleasure, was a gratifying sight indeed.
