While the other is busy stroking my male reproductive organ furiously up and down, my rock-solid member titillating on the brink of the most exquisite pleasure. Slow, deliberate strokes enticing every nerve of my blood engorged extension, the sultry, sensual, self-pleasure I feel heightened by the sordid and debaucherous, depraved and vile fantasies captured in my minds eye. The raw ecstasy of the flesh building within, spasms of euphoria rushing up my yearning and hungry love muscle; my whole body clenches as waves of blissfully delicious gratification seize my complete and consummate entirety in fleeting waves of perfectness and heaven. The salty, inconstantly comprised stickiness billows over; seeping down the side of my hand, a remnant to tell tales upon my pants.

(not pasta srs)