Lonely Lad's Wooden Thrill

In the quiet of his room, a man finds solace in the simple, solid comfort of his wooden chair. He strips bare, the rough grain of the chair's backrest brushing against his sensitive skin. His hand grips his throbbing cock, stroking it to life as he imagines a phantom lover. The creaking of the chair echoes his ragged breaths, the friction of his hand on his shaft building to a climax. He grunts, his hot seed spilling onto the worn seat, a testament to his lonely pleasure.

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