Masturbating While I Wait To Be Fucked Good

He paces his small room, the anticipation of what's to come making his heart race. His usually contained desire for her boils over as he watches the clock tick by. He can't help but imagine her perfect body beneath him, feeling every inch of it as he takes her hard and fast. His hand finds its way to his crotch, tracing the outline of his throbbing cock through his pants. He needs release, but he knows it won't be enough. As he brings himself to the brink of orgasm, he closes his eyes and pictures her naked body writhing beneath him, moans echoing through the empty room. With one final thrust, he lets go, his seed coating the inside of his fist in a hot, sticky rush. It's not enough. He needs her. And he knows she's worth the wait.