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COVID Can't Quell My Midnight Lust
Isolated by COVID, a restless man takes matters into his own hands, literally. In the dead of night, he retreats to his bedroom, the only sound the rhythmic tapping of his laptop keys as he searches for solace. His hand, already slick with anticipation, wraps around his average-sized cock, stroking slowly. The room is bathed in the soft glow of the screen, casting shadows that dance with his movements. His breath hitches as he imagines unseen hands joining his, guiding him, urging him on. The tension builds, his grip tightening, his strokes faster. The silence is filled with the sound of his ragged breathing, the wet slap of his hand, and the whispered encouragements from his imagination. With a low groan, he finds his release, his cum spilling onto his hand, a small, desperate victory against the loneliness.