His Hand, Her Fantasy: Two Strokes at a Time

With every stroke, he brings her closer, his hand a proxy for her touch. His cock, hard and eager, responds to the rhythm of his fantasy, her body pressed against his, her breath hot on his ear. The friction of his hand on his shaft mirrors the heat of their bodies entwined. His moans, low and guttural, fill the room, a symphony of desire that only she can truly understand. As he reaches his peak, he imagines her there with him, their bodies Spender, her name a whispered plea on his lips.

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• soloboy
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• ela

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