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Covid Confession: Solo Sandpaper Strokes
Beneath the harsh, unyielding sun, a masked, muscular man finds himself in a peculiar predicament, his throbbing cock demanding attention amidst the coronavirus chaos. He sits outside, a sheet of sandpaper his only companion. His meaty hand grips his shaft, the coarse material abrading his sensitive flesh, a strange mix of pleasure and torment. His strokes are slow, deliberate, each one sending jolts of sensation through his body. His balls ache, heavy with unspent seed, as he fights the urge to come too soon. The desert wind whips around him, the only witness to his desperate, outdoor self-love. He grits his teeth, his abs clenching as he finally succumbs, his cock pulsing, sending streams of cum into the sand, a silent, sticky tribute to his pandemic plight.