(mh=vYwbLBCMhlyl2hhi)15.jpg)
In the quiet of his home, a man, bored and alone, finds solace in his own touch. The room fills with the soft sounds of his hand gliding along his rigid, uncut cock. He leans back, eyes closed, imagining unseen hands guiding his movements. His strokes grow faster, more urgent, as he approaches the edge. With a low groan, he spills his seed, finding brief respite from his boredom in the intense, private moment.