Solo Pleasure: Me and My Flesh

With a quick glance at the closed door, he settles into his worn armchair, his hand already reaching into his pants. His cock, hard and throbbing, emerges, and he wraps his fingers around it, a low moan escaping his lips. The room is filled with the scent of his arousal, the sound of his hand moving rapidly up and down his length, his grip tight, his pace urgent. He's a man possessed, his body tense, his eyes closed, lost in the sensation of his own touch.

• me
• it
• stroking

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