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Title: “Thoroughly Pleased: A Korean’s Anal Masturbation Mastery”
The Korean male, adorned in naught but a sleek, black tank-top and basketball shorts, saunters into the dimly lit room, his confident stride letting you know he’s fully aware of the anticipation he’s causing. As the door closes behind him with a soft click, he turns to face the camera, a mischievous glint in his dark eyes, a tantalizing smirk playing on his luscious lips. He knows you’re eagerly watching, waiting for him to begin.
He takes a seat on a plush, velvet chair, setting the mood with a soft, sensual melody playing in the background. His hands slowly wander down his muscular torso, his tank top already removed, his shorts unbuttoned. He takes his time, teasing you with each deliberate movement.
Then, with a graceful gesture, he removes his shorts altogether, exposing his stiff, rock-hard cock that hasn’t been touched yet. It’s massive, thick and lengthy, the veins pulsing with his desire. He gives it a few slow, tantalizing strokes, from the tip of his angry red head down to his heavy, balls, a low guttural moan escaping his lips.
The wet, obscene squelching sounds of a palm meeting skin fill your ears as he pleasures himself, his confident, expert strokes coaxing moan after moan from his chest. His head lolls back, eyes closed in pure bliss, relishing every sensation radiating through his body.
His other hand reaches down, groping and squeezing his balls, pulling them downward, heightening his pleasure. The hand around his rock-hard shaft speeds up, the wet sounds of his pre-cum coating his finger tips and his ragged breathing crescendo. But he’s only just beginning.
His hand travels further down, past the sensitive ridge of his taint, to the tightly clenched rosebud of his asshole. He circles it teasingly with his dexterous index finger, causing his hips to buck up involuntarily. His cock is leaking now, a thick stream of pre-cum dripping down the length. He’s agonizingly turned on, desperate for more.
His finger presses against his entrance, breaching him with a delicious stretch. The sensation is indescribable, like nothing he’s felt before. He gazes up at the camera with pleading eyes, seeking permission, needing your approval to delve deeper. When he gets none, he plunges his finger in anyway, causing his cock to spasm in his other hand.
Desire overtakes him and withdraws digit, sinking a second in alongside the first. His anal walls contract around them, poor and unused to such stimulation. He lacks up a third, his hips now bucking wildly in sync to the relentless pace of his masturbation. The wet slapping of his fist against his thick shaft fills the room as his moans grow loader, more desperate.
The tip of his cock is a deep, angry red, the swollen head shiny and wet with pre-cum. His hand is soaking in his own arousal as he pumps his member faster, harder, chasing his rapidly approaching climax. His balls draw up closer to his body, his anal walls clenching tighter around his plunging fingers, signaling his impending orgasm.
With a loud cry of utter ecstasy, his entire body seizes with the force of his ejaculation. Thick, potent ropes of pearly white cum shoot from his jerking cock, splattering against his tight stomach and toned chest. His mouth hangs open in a silent scream, his heart racing in his chest as every cell in his body explodes with pure, white-hot bliss.
As the last vestiges of his climax leave him, he collapses against the chair, his fingers slipping out of his thoroughly stretched hole with a obscene pop. His chest heaves, his breathing labored, as his body come down from its high. His cock still twitches against his hand, every nerve ending ignited by his orgasm.
He shot his load with such force, it’ll take him a while to recover. He’s completely spent, utterly satisfied, greedily basking in the afterglow of his pleasure. He opens his eyes, looking up at the camera with a sated smile, a silent thank you for being there to witness his most intimate moment. Then he sighs, his eyes fluttering closed as he drifts off into a peaceful slumber, content in the knowledge that he’ll do it all again tomorrow for his eager audience.
