Masterbation's Solo Symphony

Lost in his own world, the lonely lad strokes his throbbing member, his imagination running wild with fantasies of eager mouths and tight, wet holes. The air is thick with the scent of his arousal, his balls heavy and aching as he pumps his shaft, his pleasure mounting with each pass of his hand. As he nears the peak, his movements become frantic, his body tensing as he lets out a guttural moan, his seed pulsing forth in thick, ropes, coating his hand and dribbling down his shaft.

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