MJG: Beating The Meat, Unseen

Hidden from the world, MJG takes matters into his own hands. His calloused grip tightens around his rigid shaft, moving with practiced ease. The room is filled with the symphony of his pleasure, his grunts echoing as he chases his release. The tension builds, his body coiling like a spring ready to uncoil, until finally, he finds his bliss, his hot, sticky seed spilling over his fist.

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