In the sweltering heat of his home office, gay entrepreneur Paulo let out a lustful sigh as he gazed at the **porno** playing on the TV in front of him. The sultry scene unfolding before his eyes had his dick stirring with anticipation.
As the actors went from tender kissing to raw, passionate fucking, Paulo’s hand wandered down to his own cock, giving it a slow, deliberate stroke. His fingers curled around the shaft, and he began to imagine himself in the place of the top, plunging deep into the bottom’s eager mouth.
The visual stimulation was too much for him; Paulo got up from the couch and walked over to his office chair. He sat down, unzipping his pants and freeing his penis. He grasped it firmly and began to suck on the head, his tongue darting out to lick the sensitive skin.
The pleasure was intense, but Paulo craved more. He stood up, his eyes scanning the room for a suitable surface. The glass-topped coffee table caught his attention, and he quickly moved over to it. With a deft motion, he reached for the lube on the side table, slicking up his dick in preparation for a solo blowjob.
Paulo straddled the coffee table, his legs spread wide as he guided his cock into his mouth. The warm, wet sensation enveloped him, and he began to suck, his lips working in perfect rhythm with his tongue. The pressure built, and Paulo’s hips bucked forward, chasing the climax that was fast approaching.
With a low groan, he came, his dick pulsing in his mouth as he rode out the waves of pleasure. As the aftershocks subsided, Paulo pulled back, his chest heaving with exertion. He smiled to himself, feeling satisfied and a little bit naughty for indulging in such an intense, oral sex-filled solo session.
The scene on TV had long since ended, but Paulo remained transfixed by the memory of his own **porno**-inspired ecstasy.
