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Sundays were made for indulgence, and our solo stud knows it. His hand wraps around his rigid cock, a bead of precum already forming at the tip. He strokes languidly, savoring the sensation, his eyes closed in bliss. The room is filled with the wet sounds of his self-pleasure, the air thick with the scent of his desire. His body coils tightly, and with a ragged groan, he comes undone, his cum shot ruining his plans for a quiet day in.