Solo Bliss in Five Strokes

The clock ticks away the seconds as he sits alone, his hand wrapping around his throbbing erection. Five strokes, he promises himself, before he'll stop. Each stroke is a journey, a slow burn of sensation that starts at the base of his spine and radiates outward. His grip tightens, his rhythm quickens, and he feels the familiar tingle of impending release. But he's not ready yet. He slows down, savoring the torturous pleasure, drawing out the moment. Finally, with a final, powerful stroke, he finds his release, his cock pulsing as he paints his hand and stomach with his hot, sticky seed.

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