The Expert Hand on Your Mature Cock at Dusk
You stand there under the warm golden light of the sunset, your vest completely open. You feel the soft, heavy weight of your big hairy belly hanging, shifting gently with every breath. Your large, strong hand moves slowly up your broad chest, fingers sinking into the thick, sweat-damp hair, squeezing your thick, sensitive nipples, tugging them calmly while you feel your cock starting to swell inside your pants.
You slide your hand down with torturous slowness, tracing every fold of your soft, warm paunch, squeezing the yielding flesh that overflows between your fingers. You finally reach your thick, mature dick. You pull it out carefully, heavy and already half-hard, and wrap your warm palm around the shaft. You feel its girth, the thick veins pulsing underneath the skin, the heavy foreskin covering the swollen head. You start stroking very slowly, up and down, stretching the foreskin over the sensitive glans, feeling it slide wet and sticky with the precum thatβs already drooling heavily.
Every movement is long and deliberate: you squeeze just beneath the head, rolling the foreskin back and forth again and again, gathering the clear, sticky fluid that keeps dripping, spreading it all over the length of your thick cock. Your belly jiggles with each heavier breath, your chest rising and falling, and you keep masturbating yourself with that expert, slow, horny hand, savoring the wet, obscene sound of your slippery skin, the heat building in your cock as more precum spurts out.
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