Self-Pleasure Epiphany

Lost in the moment, he gives in to his primal urges. His hand works feverishly, up and down, squeezing the life out of his aching cock. The room fills with his ragged breaths, his grunts echoing as he chases his climax. Finally, with a guttural groan, he comes undone, his body convulsing as he paints his own chest with his sticky, white essence.

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