After my tracksuit plan fizzled, I yearned for my own rigid shaft and unleashed a powerful squirt. Let me guide you through my deep-throated, self-pleasure journey.
After slipping into that snug tracksuit, I found myself craving the feel of my own throbbing member. The urge to taste myself was overwhelming, and I gave in to it, taking my time to savor every inch of my pulsating shaft. The taste of my own salty essence only fueled my desire, driving me wild with lust. With each swallow, I could feel my body responding, my tight holes contracting around the invading pleasure. The rhythm of my own hand, combined with the taste of my own essence, drove me into a frenzy of ecstasy. My deep throat took every last inch, leaving no part unexplored. The sensation of my own release coursing through my body was unmatched, a testament to the raw, primal pleasure of self-pleasure. The sight of my own spilling seed was the perfect end to an unforgettable experience.
