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Papito's secret: Jerking off in the raw
A goon, rough around the edges, finds solace in his solitude. His room, a reflection of his no-nonsense personality, is stark and unadorned. He's stripped down to nothing, his body a canvas of ink and scars, each one a story waiting to be told. His hand, calloused from years of labor, wraps around his stiff cock, already leaking copious amounts of precum. He strokes slowly, deliberately, each movement calculated to draw out his pleasure. His other hand wanders, exploring his body, teasing his nipples, tracing the lines of his muscles. The smell of his sweat and precum fills the room, a potent aphrodisiac that drives him on. His strokes become faster, more urgent, his breaths coming in ragged gasps. His body tenses, his cock throbbing in his hand as he finally finds his release, painting his chest with thick ropes of cum.