I was lying in bed. I felt an intense need to release the tension accumulated in my body, a urgency that couldn't be ignored. With a deep sigh, I decided to give in to my impulses.
I lowered my underwear, leaving my cock, now hard and pulsing, and without wasting time, wrapped my hand around my thick trunk. I started masturbating slowly, enjoying the pleasure each movement of my hand provided. My mind was filled with images of C, how she pleased me with devotion, how her mouth surrounded my cock, bringing me to the edge of madness.
As I continued, I began to feel the familiar trickle of pre-seminal liquid, that viscous and warm substance emanating from the tip of my penis. The liquid slid down my trunk, moistening my hand as I kept working my cock with slow and calculated movements. Excited, I brought one of my fingers to my mouth and tasted its flavor. But I didn't stop there, I let the pre-seminal liquid cover my fingers before bringing my hand back down, beyond my cock, towards my ass.
With my right hand continuing to masturbate me, I used my left hand to start playing with my anus, extending the pre-seminal liquid over the entrance of my ass. The sensation was incredibly exciting, and as my fingers caressed the edge of my anus, I felt my body respond immediately, relaxing at the contact of the wet and warm touch.
The mix of sensations was intoxicating. I felt my body filling with a deep heat, while my mind sank into a state of pure lust. My fingers, now well-lubricated with my own pre-seminal liquid, began to press more firmly. The first finger entered easily, sliding inside my ass with a friction that made me moan with pleasure. It wasn't the first time I'd done it, but each time felt different, each time was a new game of control and pleasure.
The rhythm of my hand on my cock remained constant, but inside me... The need for more was growing. A finger wasn't enough. M slowly removed the first finger, only to push it back in with two this time. The sensation of fullness was intense, the pleasure almost overwhelming. M let his fingers move inside him, caressing the inner walls of his ass while his other hand continued to work his cock in harmony.
The combination of masturbation and simultaneous penetration led him to a state of ecstasy that brought him perilously close to orgasm. M felt he was about to ejaculate, the heat accumulating in his abdomen, and his cock pulsating with every movement. But instead of giving in, M decided to prolong the pleasure. He regulated his movements, slowing down the rhythm of his hand on his cock and controlling the movements of his fingers inside his ass. He wanted this moment to last, he wanted to enjoy every second of the excitement that consumed him.
In a nearly instinctive movement, M grabbed one of C's thongs that had been left on the bed. With the fabric between his hands, he began to clean up the pre-seminal liquid from his cock, impregnating the thong with his scent and essence. The sensation of the soft, wet fabric against his sensitive skin excited him even more.
Guided by a dark and morbid impulse, he brought the thong soaked in pre-seminal liquid to his mouth, tasting his own flavor. The semen was thick and salty, a mix that surprised and excited him even more. There was something perverse about tasting his own semen, something that made him feel more connected to his pleasure, more immersed in the experience.
With the thong still in his mouth, M focused on his cock again, increasing the rhythm of his masturbation while his fingers continued to work his ass with precision. The pressure in his abdomen accumulated once more, and this time he had no intention of stopping it. The spasms of pleasure that ran through his body were intense, every movement of his hand bringing him closer and closer to climax.
Finally, M felt his body reach the point of no return. The orgasm arrived with a force roller and its semen burst forth in thick jets, covering the thong that it was holding onto. The fabric quickly soaked up the essence of its pleasure. Its fingers, still inside its ass, intensified each contraction, prolonging the orgasm until its body relaxed completely.
Exhausted but satisfied, M lay down on the bed, enjoying the residual heat that ran through his body. He had explored a new level of pleasure, one that combined control and submission in a way that left him eager for more. As he rested, with the C-tang still in his hand, M knew that he had touched a deep part of his desire, a place where pleasure and morbidity were in perfect balance.
Later, feeling dirty from the experience, M decided it was time to clean up. He headed to the bathroom, taking the soaked thong with him. When he arrived, he left it aside, planning to wash it later after finishing his shower.
The hot water began to flow, filling the bathroom with steam as M entered under the shower, letting the heat relax his muscles. The water ran over his body, cleaning away the semen from his abdomen and cock, while he closed his eyes, enjoying the moment. With soap in hand, he started to lather up his body, moving slowly, enjoying the contact of his hands on his skin.
When he reached his ass, M took a moment to explore. The soap made everything slippery and smooth, and the sensation under his fingers was incredibly exciting. He remembered the intense experience he had before, and his desire was rekindled, darker and more perverse than ever. He let his fingers slide over his anus, playing with the entrance, feeling how his body responded to the stimulus.
Suddenly, a new and morbid idea crossed his mind. His eyes fixed on the showerhead, with its rounded and metallic nozzle, and the possibility of using it in a way he had never considered before made him smile lasciviously. The water... I kept running and M decided to explore this new desire. He leaned slightly forward, one hand on the wall to maintain balance, while the other reached for the showerhead. With slow and calculated movements, he directed the nozzle towards his ass. The cold metal against his skin made him shudder with anticipation.
With care, he began inserting the nozzle into his ass, feeling his body adapt slowly to the new intruder. The sensation was different, more intense than before. M took his time, enjoying each second as the showerhead slid deeper and deeper inside him.
The pleasure he felt was overwhelming, a mix of excitement and a strange sense of liberation. M began moving the nozzle in and out of his ass with a slow and constant rhythm, each push sending waves of pleasure through his body. The sensation of the water, soap, metal, all combined into an experience that brought him to the edge.
His free hand, now trembling with excitement, returned to his cock, beginning to masturbate again, this time with more urgency. The pleasure was so intense that his moans resonated in the bathroom, mixing with the sound of running water. M knew he couldn't hold on much longer, the mix of sensations was too powerful.
With the nozzle still inside his ass and his hand working frenetically on his cock, M reached climax once more. His body arched as the orgasm washed over him, his semen bursting in jets that mixed with the shower water, being swept away immediately by the drain. The intensity of the moment left him breathless, each contraction of his body amplified by the nozzle still in place.
Finally, when the last wave of pleasure had faded, M slowly withdrew the nozzle from his ass, letting the water clean up the last remnants of soap and semen from his body. He stayed under the shower for a few more moments, recovering his breath and processing what had just happened. what was about to experience.
I lowered my underwear, leaving my cock, now hard and pulsing, and without wasting time, wrapped my hand around my thick trunk. I started masturbating slowly, enjoying the pleasure each movement of my hand provided. My mind was filled with images of C, how she pleased me with devotion, how her mouth surrounded my cock, bringing me to the edge of madness.
As I continued, I began to feel the familiar trickle of pre-seminal liquid, that viscous and warm substance emanating from the tip of my penis. The liquid slid down my trunk, moistening my hand as I kept working my cock with slow and calculated movements. Excited, I brought one of my fingers to my mouth and tasted its flavor. But I didn't stop there, I let the pre-seminal liquid cover my fingers before bringing my hand back down, beyond my cock, towards my ass.
With my right hand continuing to masturbate me, I used my left hand to start playing with my anus, extending the pre-seminal liquid over the entrance of my ass. The sensation was incredibly exciting, and as my fingers caressed the edge of my anus, I felt my body respond immediately, relaxing at the contact of the wet and warm touch.
The mix of sensations was intoxicating. I felt my body filling with a deep heat, while my mind sank into a state of pure lust. My fingers, now well-lubricated with my own pre-seminal liquid, began to press more firmly. The first finger entered easily, sliding inside my ass with a friction that made me moan with pleasure. It wasn't the first time I'd done it, but each time felt different, each time was a new game of control and pleasure.
The rhythm of my hand on my cock remained constant, but inside me... The need for more was growing. A finger wasn't enough. M slowly removed the first finger, only to push it back in with two this time. The sensation of fullness was intense, the pleasure almost overwhelming. M let his fingers move inside him, caressing the inner walls of his ass while his other hand continued to work his cock in harmony.
The combination of masturbation and simultaneous penetration led him to a state of ecstasy that brought him perilously close to orgasm. M felt he was about to ejaculate, the heat accumulating in his abdomen, and his cock pulsating with every movement. But instead of giving in, M decided to prolong the pleasure. He regulated his movements, slowing down the rhythm of his hand on his cock and controlling the movements of his fingers inside his ass. He wanted this moment to last, he wanted to enjoy every second of the excitement that consumed him.
In a nearly instinctive movement, M grabbed one of C's thongs that had been left on the bed. With the fabric between his hands, he began to clean up the pre-seminal liquid from his cock, impregnating the thong with his scent and essence. The sensation of the soft, wet fabric against his sensitive skin excited him even more.
Guided by a dark and morbid impulse, he brought the thong soaked in pre-seminal liquid to his mouth, tasting his own flavor. The semen was thick and salty, a mix that surprised and excited him even more. There was something perverse about tasting his own semen, something that made him feel more connected to his pleasure, more immersed in the experience.
With the thong still in his mouth, M focused on his cock again, increasing the rhythm of his masturbation while his fingers continued to work his ass with precision. The pressure in his abdomen accumulated once more, and this time he had no intention of stopping it. The spasms of pleasure that ran through his body were intense, every movement of his hand bringing him closer and closer to climax.
Finally, M felt his body reach the point of no return. The orgasm arrived with a force roller and its semen burst forth in thick jets, covering the thong that it was holding onto. The fabric quickly soaked up the essence of its pleasure. Its fingers, still inside its ass, intensified each contraction, prolonging the orgasm until its body relaxed completely.
Exhausted but satisfied, M lay down on the bed, enjoying the residual heat that ran through his body. He had explored a new level of pleasure, one that combined control and submission in a way that left him eager for more. As he rested, with the C-tang still in his hand, M knew that he had touched a deep part of his desire, a place where pleasure and morbidity were in perfect balance.
Later, feeling dirty from the experience, M decided it was time to clean up. He headed to the bathroom, taking the soaked thong with him. When he arrived, he left it aside, planning to wash it later after finishing his shower.
The hot water began to flow, filling the bathroom with steam as M entered under the shower, letting the heat relax his muscles. The water ran over his body, cleaning away the semen from his abdomen and cock, while he closed his eyes, enjoying the moment. With soap in hand, he started to lather up his body, moving slowly, enjoying the contact of his hands on his skin.
When he reached his ass, M took a moment to explore. The soap made everything slippery and smooth, and the sensation under his fingers was incredibly exciting. He remembered the intense experience he had before, and his desire was rekindled, darker and more perverse than ever. He let his fingers slide over his anus, playing with the entrance, feeling how his body responded to the stimulus.
Suddenly, a new and morbid idea crossed his mind. His eyes fixed on the showerhead, with its rounded and metallic nozzle, and the possibility of using it in a way he had never considered before made him smile lasciviously. The water... I kept running and M decided to explore this new desire. He leaned slightly forward, one hand on the wall to maintain balance, while the other reached for the showerhead. With slow and calculated movements, he directed the nozzle towards his ass. The cold metal against his skin made him shudder with anticipation.
With care, he began inserting the nozzle into his ass, feeling his body adapt slowly to the new intruder. The sensation was different, more intense than before. M took his time, enjoying each second as the showerhead slid deeper and deeper inside him.
The pleasure he felt was overwhelming, a mix of excitement and a strange sense of liberation. M began moving the nozzle in and out of his ass with a slow and constant rhythm, each push sending waves of pleasure through his body. The sensation of the water, soap, metal, all combined into an experience that brought him to the edge.
His free hand, now trembling with excitement, returned to his cock, beginning to masturbate again, this time with more urgency. The pleasure was so intense that his moans resonated in the bathroom, mixing with the sound of running water. M knew he couldn't hold on much longer, the mix of sensations was too powerful.
With the nozzle still inside his ass and his hand working frenetically on his cock, M reached climax once more. His body arched as the orgasm washed over him, his semen bursting in jets that mixed with the shower water, being swept away immediately by the drain. The intensity of the moment left him breathless, each contraction of his body amplified by the nozzle still in place.
Finally, when the last wave of pleasure had faded, M slowly withdrew the nozzle from his ass, letting the water clean up the last remnants of soap and semen from his body. He stayed under the shower for a few more moments, recovering his breath and processing what had just happened. what was about to experience.
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