Thick cock in hand, the pencil-drawn man kneels with his head thrown back, jaw slack as he strokes himself slow at first. His free hand grips the base, knuckles white, as he works faster, the tip already glistening. The paper creases where his thighs press together, every line capturing the tension in his shoulders. His breath comes in sharp gasps, the sound of it almost audible through the grainy strokes. This is pure lust on paper, no color needed to feel the heat.
