kaleb_blake дрочит и кончает на стол во время пандемии

In the throes of the global pandemic, a certain fortuitous arrangement had led Kaleb Blake to the alluring world of webcam shows. With the outside world on lockdown and people desperate for distraction and stimulation, the chiseled, tattooed European hunk found himself in high demand.

His daily routine had become predictable – a few hours of furious wanking in the morning, an interlude for a quick breakfast and tumbles with his girlfriend wrapped around his well-hardened cock, then a marathon session of dick plays right up until the wee hours. The extra income from these debauched exhibitions left him no choice but to embrace his new profession wholeheartedly.

One specific evening, close to midnight, his greedy eyes glowed in the sultry screen light. A chorus of panting, moaning and web shaking, lube-glistened fingers feverishly pumping into slick holes sounded from his teeny-sex-obsessed virtual audience. Their lewd display and relentless begging to see more of his impressive organ spurred Kaleb into action. With a debauched smirk, he unbuckled his pants and pulled out his pierced member, nestled within a neatly trimmed nest of curls. His fully erect cock, thick and girthy, sprang free of its imprisoning denim, a sight that had his watchers collectively gasping and caressing one another in empathetic lust.

“Mm, missed these, you greedy bitches,” he purred in his heavy accent, giving his harnessed cock head a teasing flick with his thumb. All the while, fluid leaked from his slit, dribbling steadily down his shaft and onto the surface below. A veritable pain payoff from the hot, throbbing ache that persisted between his legs.

With a wicked grin, he grabbed a nearby bottle of lube and squirted a generous amount over his swollen prick, making it glisten obscenely under the harsh lights. He skated his hand all around its impressive length, pumping faster when someone in the chat threw in some cash. His mind hazed with lust, he fell into a rhythm then, a dedicated wank machine. His pumping hand spotted with translucent fluid as he drove himself into a lustful haze.

Blood rushed through him, pounding almost painfully in his ears. Such sensations flooded into his consciousness – the slickness of his member, hot against his cool skin, the vivid colors on his screen, the ache of his pulled-over piercing. His breath came fast and his heart thundered in his chest as he chased his rapidly speeding orgasm. Then, with a broken shout, his climax overtook him. His cock leapt in his hand, spurting long white ropes of semen. The sticky loads splattered everywhere – across his desk, his keyboard, even onto the webcam.

Breathing heavily, he slumped back, basking in the afterglow of his hard-earned orgasm. Cheers and applause rang out from his audience, respected for a job well done. Wiping sweat from his brow, he matched their grins with a self-satisfied smirk. All that work, the dick twitching and the excess Semen dripping off his spent cock; it had certainly been worth it. With that, he blew a kiss to his admirers and logged off, ready to face whatever debauchery the next night would bring.