It's late morning. The early autumn sunshine is pouring in through my bedroom window. My sheets are flung back.

I'm stroking my cock.

It's big. Thick. Throbbing. I love the way it feels, slithering in my left hand.

Oh, Maria.

I'm moaning your name as my male excitement builds.

Yes, Maria. Yes, yes, yes ...

Pumping my dick up and down, up and down, up and down, fucking my hand for you, wishing you were there to see what you do to me. What you make me do.

You make me come, Maria. Yes. Oh, fuck, yes, you're going to make me cum baby!

Panting, breathing ragged, arching my back, curling my toes, approaching orgasm, I cry out your name.

Maria! Oh, Maria! Oh yes! I'm cumming for you! Yes! Maria! Yes! Yesyesyesyesyes ohhh ... yes ...

The cum shoots out like a sexy, silky, sticky ticker-tape parade, falling gently all over my hairy chest and stomach.

Oh, baby.

I didn't even have to look at one of your sexy pictures. Just the thought of you makes me cum.

Mwah.