His Hands, His Body, His Rhythm

The room is filled with the scent of his sweat and the sound of his ragged breathing. His hand moves faster, his grip tighter, his body writhing as he chases his orgasm. He's lost in the moment, his mind a blank slate of pure sensation. His cock throbs in his hand, his body tenses, and with a low groan, he comes, hot ropes of cum spilling over his hand and onto the floor. He leans there for a moment, panting, his body spent, a satisfied smile playing on his lips. Then, he starts to clean up, his mind already turning to when he can do this again.

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