Private Time: Beating the Meat

In the quiet of his room, a man, driven by primal urges, takes his cock into his own capable hand. He strokes it, feeling the weight, the heat, the stiffness growing. His eyes locked onto the sight, he picks up the pace, his grip tight, his rhythm steady. The room fills with the sound of his hand meeting flesh, his breaths growing heavier, his body tensing. He's a master at work, bringing himself to the brink, his cock throbbing, before finally, with a guttural groan, he releases, his seed spilling out, painting his hand and stomach.

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• soloboy
• masterbaition

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