Daddy Bill went for a Sauna (50 Explicit Images)

Daddy Bill was done. Riley’s been a complete little monster lately, snapping, stomping around the house like a tornado of hormones. Puberty’s a bitch. And Jill? Useless. Instead of dropping to her knees like she used to and taking care of his throbbing cock, she just leaves him high and dry.

His whole body was tense. Frustrated. So backed up it hurt. I need to get this out of my system before I lose my mind.

The sauna was calling.

He hit the locker room straight from work, yanking off every layer of his sweaty uniform. His thick chest rose and fell as he peeled his shirt off, exposing those heavy pecs, already flushed from frustration. He tossed everything aside and wrapped a tight white towel around his waist. The bulge underneath was already starting to grow just from thinking about what might happen once he was alone.

Stepping into the sauna, the hot wave of steam smacked him in the face. Empty. Perfect. The door clicked shut behind him.

Within minutes, the heat soaked into his muscles. Beads of sweat gathered on his skin, sliding down his chest, over his thick abs, dripping onto the towel. The air was heavy, almost intoxicating. His breathing slowed. His heart pounded. And his towel? Starting to rise.

The sweat made everything more sensitive. He ran his hands across his slippery body, palming his big man boobs, pinching his rock-hard nipples, rolling them between his fingers as a low growl escaped his throat. His cock twitched under the towel, fat and eager, straining against the damp fabric.

Fuck... I can't hold this in. He untucked the towel, letting it drop to the bench. His thick, throbbing cock bounced free, veins pulsing, the tip already leaking with desperation. The steam wrapped around him like a dirty little blanket, feeding his need.

He gripped himself tight. Slow, deep strokes. His hips started to rock, his breath getting heavier with each movement. The squelch of sweat and precum made everything even filthier. His muscles flexed with every motion as he whispered to himself: "Let it out… let it all out."

He edged himself, switching positions, sitting, leaning back, standing, even bracing his arms against the wall as the waves of pleasure teased him right at the edge. His whole body trembled. He bit down on his lip, panting, the heat driving him insane.

When he finally exploded, the release was violent, thick ropes shooting across his sweaty chest and abs, dripping down onto the steaming floor. His knees almost buckled.

The sauna was his private little confession booth… and he’d definitely be coming back for more.