I was lying on the bed with the prostate massager buried deep inside me. It was working on a low setting, sending slow, warm waves of pleasure through my entire body. My ass was pulsing – every throb made my muscles clench around the smooth silicone shape, as if trying to hold it there forever.
I opened the portal where I was planning to upload this very photo. I browsed through the gallery of beautiful cocks. There were perfect, thick, swollen shafts – some rock-hard, others still semi-soft but already impressive. Pictures of men who proudly displayed their masculinity. The longer I looked, the harder I got. My own cock was throbbing in time with the massager, stiff and heavy, burning with need.
Every new photo made the pleasure inside me grow stronger. My ass quivered, the massager hitting exactly the right spot. My breathing quickened, and my hand moved down to my cock almost on its own. I didn’t need much – just a gentle squeeze while staring at those gorgeous, masculine cocks on the screen. The pulsing in my ass became unbearable, the pleasure building deep within.
Finally, I couldn’t hold back. I moaned softly as the orgasm hit me like a wave. My ass clenched hard around the massager, and my cock erupted, shooting warm cum across my stomach. I came hard and long, eyes fixed on one of my favorite photos – a beautiful, thick cock in full erection. My body kept trembling for a while afterward, while the massager continued its gentle pulses, milking the last drops of pleasure from me.