Me masturbo mientras veo tele y corro al final
The title of the video, “Me masturbo mientras veo tele y corro al final,” translates to “I masturbate while watching TV and cum in the end.” Let’s delve into a naughty, erotic tale inspired by this video’s premise.
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The living room bathed in the soft, warm glow of the TV’s flickering light. It was after midnight, and the house lay silent, save for the gentle hum of the television and the rhythmic breathing of the man sprawled on the leather couch. His eyes were hooded, gaze unfocused as he stared at the screen, but his mind was elsewhere.
As his hand drifted down to unfasten his jeans, he let out a soft, stuttering sigh. The pressure against his crotch was too much to ignore. He wanted relief, and he wanted it now. As he freed his already hardening cock, he felt a thrill run through him – it was naughty, pleasuring himself like this while his girlfriend slept mere feet away in the next room.
He thought of her, of the things they’d done together just hours before. The way she’d gasped and moaned as he ran his fingers over her most sensitive places, the taste of her on his tongue… His cock twitched in his hand, growing fully hard. He stroked it slowly, savoring the sensation.
The sounds of the movie on the TV filled his ears, but it was all background noise now. His breathing deepened as he picked up speed, his hand working over his length with growing urgency. Pleasure built inside him, coiling tight in his core.
He imagined his girlfriend riding him, those perfect tits bouncing as she took her pleasure from him. The fantasy was all-consuming, pushing him closer to the edge. His hips started to thrust up into his fist, seeking more.
Just as the pressure reached an unbearable peak, he pictured her mouth on him, tongue swirling over the head of his cock… “Fuck!” he groaned, voice rough as he spilled over, cum painting his stomach as he brought himself to a shuddering climax.
His hand slowed but didn’t stop, working out every last drop. As the aftershocks faded, he slumped back against the couch, chest heaving. God, that felt good. Pride swelled inside him – he’d masturbated right here where anyone could have walked in and seen him in his most shameful, secret act. The rush of it set his nerves alight.
Carefully, he cleaned himself up, shivering as rough tissues brushed over his still-sensitive cock. Buttoning his jeans, he glanced at the TV, the characters continuing on with their lives, oblivious to the naughtiness that had just occurred mere inches away.
With a final look around the room, he rose stiffly to an unsteady stance. Moving quietly, he made his way to his bedroom, mind still in a fog of post-orgasmic haze. He climbed into bed beside his girlfriend, settling her gently in his arms. As sleep took him, he wore a small smile – it was good to be bad sometimes.
