Lonely Hairy Guy Jerks Off and Tastes Cum

In a secluded cabin, a lonely hairy guy, sporting a rugged beard and an unruly mop of fur, was going through his daily ritual selfpleasure.His loneliness had turned him to seek the warmth and comfort of his own touch as he found solace in his own company.As he stood in front of the mirror, his gaze met that of his own reflection, and with a confident smirk, he began to undress.He slowly peeled off his sweaty, dirty clothes, exposing his hairy torso.His thick and muscular body was a result of countless hours spent outdoors, hiking and trekking through the wilderness.He admired himself in the mirror as he flexed his muscles, feeling a sense of pride and ownership over his physicality.This sense of independence and selfreliance fueled him, even during his moments of solitude.His hairy manhood, nestled comfortably in a pair of loosefitting boxers, betrayed the passion and desires that laid dormant within this loner.It was not just any ordinary guy it was an uncut, veiny erection, longing to feel the warmth of his own touch, as well as the taste of his own pleasure.As he approached his bed, he began to stimulate his swollen member with a practiced hand, feeling each rhythmic motion coax his passion out into the open.His breaths were heavy and erratic the air thick with anticipation.He couldnt help but think about how he had grown accustomed to this form of relief over time, using the absence of a partner as fuel for his own desire.His eyes rolled back in ecstasy as he felt his cum building up within his balls, ready to burst forth with an explosive release.He lowered his face closer to his erection, readying himself for the taste that would satisfy him like no other.The first few drops of cum hit his lips salty and thick, a taste that he grew more and more fond of as time went on.As the torrential downpour continued, he hungrily lapped up each droplet, savoring the warmth and intimacy in this moment of complete selfgratification.Desperate to experience the pleasure from both ends, he positioned himself between his spread legs.The feel of his own cum on his lips ignited a fire within him, driving his lust into overdrive as he continued to stroke himself feverishly.He let out an animalistic moan and felt his body tremble with the force of the impending orgasm.His eyes rolled back, and with one last push, he coated his hand and face in a glossy, sticky mess that bore testimony to his longing for intimacy, even in his most solitary moments.With a satisfied sigh and a knowing smile, he cleaned up the evidence of his passion, leaving no trace behind as though this moment had never happened.And yet, within his heart, the memory would live on the taste of his own pleasure etched forever into the fabric of his lonely, hairy existence.