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The Marathon Masturbator: A Self-Love Odyssey
The afternoon sun streams through the window, casting a warm glow on our masturbatory hero as he sprawls on the couch. His eyes are locked on a secret stash of porn, his hand already working his stiff cock. He's in no rush, this is a marathon, not a sprint. He teases his tip, running his thumb over the sensitive head, collecting the beads of pre-cum. He spreads it around, using his own lubrication to slick up his shaft. His strokes are slow, deliberate, his gaze flicking between the screen and his own handiwork. He pauses occasionally, to squeeze his balls, to tweak his nipples, to edged himself back from the brink. But it's an inevitable climb, and with a final, shuddering groan, he finds his release, his cock pulsing as he spills his load onto his stomach.