Midday sun bakes the room sticky, body lolled loose on worn cushions, fist squeezing that thickening shaft deliberate and hungry. Slow drags turn teasing flicks, cockhead swelling purple under relentless grip as your unseen orders shift the grind. Roll onto side, knees hike up exposing heavy balls, strokes quicken sloppy with pre spit-lubing the frenzy. Firm glutes tense, hips slam erratic chasing the edge you’ll deny then unleash. Veins bulge savage, meat throbs for eruption, sweat pooling in the creases. VR Bangers slams you inside the lazy heat, every clench and leak yours to command.