In a dark room, lit only by the pale moonlight seeping through the curtains, a man sat on the edge of the bed with his eyes closed and his hand expertly gripping his own cock.He was lost in thought, reliving past memories that led him to this point of selffulfillment.His hand glided smoothly over his shaft, stroking it gently while his mind wandered back to a time when a woman had once touched him in such an intimate way.His eyes fluttered open and he brought himself back to the present reality.The feel of his own touch was not enough to satiate the craving for more.He needed something else, someone elses touch that could make him cum hard like never before.That was when he decided to seek pleasure from his ass fingering session.He got up from the bed and went over to a drawer, pulling it open with his nonoccupied hand.He searched inside for some lubricant, knowing full well that it would heighten his experience.Once the necessary items were on the bed beside him, he took a deep breath, mentally preparing himself for what was about to come next.His hands moved to his anus, gently massaging it as his mind raced with memories of past encounters and the thrill they had brought.He could feel himself growing harder by the second, the combination of his hand and the mental stimulation driving him closer to climax.With a deep moan escaping his lips, he allowed his other hand to join in, wrapping around both the erect cock and sliding his fingers into his ass at once.The sensation was overwhelming as pleasure coursed through him like an electric current.The thought of someone else being in the room with him only amplified his desire, and he imagined her presence watching him indulge in his guilty pleasures.His breathing grew heavy, faster with each thrust of his fingers and each stroke of his hand over his erect cock.Perspiration beaded on his forehead as he approached the point of no return.His thoughts were consumed with one final, climactic release.And just like that, he let go, allowing himself to cum all over his bare feet, the wetness seeping into the soles and coating them with sticky residue.As the last shudder subsided and the room fell silent again, the man couldnt help but smile at the satisfaction radiating from within him.It was in these moments of selffulfillment that he could truly appreciate the pleasure that his body, mind, and soul experienced, craving for more each time.He laid back on the bed, catching his breath as he admired the mess he had created, feeling proud and fulfilled after giving in to his desires.