Mason walked in and sat down in a deserted house, slowly unzipping his pants and reaching in. He takes out his dick, his lips slightly parted as he begins stroking up and down, a soft moan leaving him. He begins by slowly pumping himself up and down, tiny little beads of precum leaving his urethra. He lets lose a louder, more heavy moan as he speeds his hand up, his other hand tightly gripping the couch he sits on. He pants sharply, his hips bucking in pleasure as he, well, pleasures himself. "Ghna~" He tries to muffle himself, fingernails digging into the couch. He breaths huffily, feeling himself build up to his release. He whines and shifts his pelvis, his hand speeding up considerably, his body starting to sweat intensively. "Hahh--hhah~" He whines, finally spilling all over his pants and stomach, his thick, white milkshake dropping down and soaking into the fabric. He sits there, panting, slowly coming down from his high with a blissful smile. He dreamily tuck his cock away, a shiver running through his body as he reaches over to a table for a blanket to clean himself up with.
