After she squirted on his chest he had to stroke

Late night in his room, still buzzing from the way she soaked his chest earlier. He couldn't sleep. Legs spread wide on the dark sheets, he grips his thick cock with slow, deliberate strokes while the other hand rests on his thigh. The soft purple glow catches every vein and ridge as he works himself. His heavy balls shift with each pump, the quiet wet sound of skin on skin filling the air. He pictures her again, that exact moment she came undone, and his breath catches. The teddy bear watches silently from the corner as he edges closer, hips twitching, savoring the intimate pulse building low in his gut.