Twains Mechanic Fucking Himself

Twains Mechanic Fucking Himself As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm glow over the bustling town, a lone mechanic toiled away in his workshop.His sinewy arms and calloused hands were covered in oil and grime, his brow furrowed as he hunched over his workbench.But unbeknownst to anyone else, he had a secret.He was a master of autoeroticism, and he loved nothing more than getting down to business.He knew exactly what he needed to do.He reached into a drawer and pulled out a vibrating rod, its smooth surface coated in lubricant.He closed his eyes, feeling his body shiver as he inserted the rod deep into himself.With every slow thrust, he moaned louder and louder, his hips bucking back and forth against the device.But there was something he wanted even more than a vibrating toy.There was one thing that would take him to the next level.He needed to cum, and he needed to do it fast.As he leaned forward on his workbench, gripping the rod tightly, he reached up and grabbed the lapels of his shirt.With a ripple effect, his fabric stretched taut around his muscular shoulders and broad chest.But even that wasnt enough.He grabbed onto his shirt again, pulling it tight around his arms until it almost felt like it was suffocating him.He let loose a guttural moan as he began fucking himself harder and faster, his shaft growing thicker and harder with every stroke.As he spasmed his hips, spewing hot white cum across his factory floor, he couldnt help but feel exhilarated.It was the ultimate form of pleasure, and he knew it.The thrill of being so intimate with himself made him feel alive in a way nothing else could.