Nude masturbation in a public elevator goes crazy

The ding of the elevator was the only warning before the doors slid open, revealing a naked stranger, cock in hand, eyes wild with lust. He was a mess of sweat and desperation, his dick slick and glistening from the frantic fucking of his fist. The elevator was a cramped metal box, but it felt like a goddamn playground to him. He stepped in, back against the wall, legs spread wide, giving me a clear view of his balls swinging with each brutal stroke. His breath hitched as he looked me dead in the eye, a filthy smirk playing on his lips. “Join the party, or just watch me paint the walls with my cum?” he growled, his hand moving faster, the slapping of flesh against flesh filling the small space.

His body tensed, veins popping under his skin as he neared the edge. The elevator’s cold air did nothing to cool the heat radiating off his body. He grunted, a low, animalistic sound, as he started to jerk off even harder, his hips thrusting in time with his hand. His cock was a thick, throbbing beast, pre-cum dripping down the shaft. He spat on it, using the saliva to lubricate his frantic movements. His balls drew up tight, and he let out a roar, hot cum shooting out in thick ropes, splattering against the elevator walls. He didn’t stop, didn’t slow down, just kept fucking his hand, milking every last drop of cum from his dick. The elevator doors started to close, but he kicked them open, still jerking off, still lost in his own world of filthy, unrestrained pleasure.