(mh=Sl9b18r_YNkw8S9Q)16.jpg)
In the quiet of his room, a man sits, his mind filled with fantasies that only he knows. His hand wanders to his crotch, feeling the bulge there, the heat. He unzips, his cock springing free, already leaking pre-cum. He spits into his hand, lubricating his length, his grip tight, his strokes firm. His other hand cups his balls, gently rolling them, feeling their weight. His body tenses, his breath comes in short gasps, and then he's painting his chest with his release, his body shuddering with the force of it.