A bodybuilder sneaks up on me while I'm pleasuring myself in the corner, watching with intensity. His dirty talk and muscular presence heighten my arousal, making me stroke harder until I reach climax.
I was lounging in my corner, indulging in some self-pleasure when I caught a glimpse of a voyeur through the window. This wasn't just any man, but a burly bodybuilder with a mischievous glint in his eye. His muscles bulged as he observed my every move, his breath hitching when I stroked my throbbing member.His dirty talk echoed through the room, his voice husky and filled with raw desire. The sight of this chiseled hunk watching me brought a new level of excitement to my solo act. His presence was electric, his eyes piercing as they locked onto mine.As I continued to pleasure myself, I could feel his arousal growing, his moans becoming louder with each stroke. The sight of this muscular man, so different from my usual partners, was a thrilling experience. His raw, unfiltered lust was intoxicating, and it only fueled my own desire.This encounter was a tantalizing mix of amateur and mature, of fitness and milf, of gay and straight. It was a testament to the power of raw, unadulterated pleasure, and the thrill of being watched by a man who craved nothing more than to join me.