Milking Solo: A Cum-Dripping Soliloquy

Fists flying, he chases his demons away, one stroke at a time. The room is a symphony of skin slapping skin, his grunts a primal rhythm. His cock, a thick, veiny beast, throbs in his hand, slick with pre-cum and spit. His balls tighten, ready to deliver their payload. He growls, a sound torn from the depths of his soul, as he unloads, his cum arcing through the air, a testament to his solo symphony of lust.

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