In a dimly lit room, the lonely guy sits at his desk, clearly in dire need of relief.His face is etched with a deep frown, revealing his unbearable loneliness, as he gazes out into nothingness.His eyes lock onto an alluring picture of an ethereal woman on his computer screen, her supple body wrapped in lingerie that exposes every curve, igniting the fire within him.Unable to contain himself any longer, he begins to caress and stroke his cock through his jeans, feeling a rush of adrenaline course through his veins as memories of previous intimate encounters flood his mind.With each deft touch, he relives those moments, but the urgency for pleasure consumes him entirely as his hand travels downward, revealing a straining erection that has been neglected far too long.His cock stands at attention, swollen and desperate for a release it won't find in fantasy alone.He slides off his jeans to reveal a throbbing penis that begs for touch, each vein pulsating with a need for fulfillment.The lonely guy moans softly as his other hand starts to masturbate the hard cock, imagining that the woman in front of him is wrapping her lips around its tip or riding it with unabated fervor.His fingers slide along the sensitive shaft while his other hand plays with aching balls, desperate for the sweet release they hold within.The scent of his arousal lingers heavily in the air as his imagination runs wild.He pictures her â this beautiful creature that only he can see, her lips wrapped around his cock and her eyes looking up into his own as she swallows him down to the hilt.Every movement brings him closer to that climax, where semen builds within him like molten lava, aching to explode from his horny manhood.He envisions the erotic scene, where his cock would explode showering the woman's face and chest in the warm liquid gold of his masturbation fantasy.His breath comes in short pants as he reaches for the edge, feeling the familiar tightening sensation that heralds the impending climax.With one final stroke, he imagines her hand wrapped around his pulsating tool, urging him to unload on her eagerly awaiting lips.The pleasure of this solo act has never been more intense than in this moment where desire and fantasy merge.His breathing calms, the release washing over him like a tidal wave as spurts of semen cover his computer screen - a visual tribute to his lonely release.Satisfied, he looks back at the image before him, and for just a fleeting moment, sees the woman as she truly was - not an illusion of need but a manifestation of human connection.For now, the ache will subside, the hunger would grow once again, and he'll return to his secret encounters time and again in search of what cannot be found alone.And though he is always left feeling wanting more, he clings onto the hope that one day, this lonely masturbation may cease to exist.For now, he can only carry on, searching for that elusive fulfillment of his deepest desire, a touch not his own.
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