Sega's Solitary Sin

Sega's room is dim, the only light casting long, dancing shadows. He's sprawled on his bed, his pants around his ankles, his cock in his hand. He's slow, methodical, enjoying the build. His thumb circles the head, spreading the pre-cum, his other hand cupping his balls, gently rolling them. His eyes flutter closed, his breath coming in short gasps. He's close, his strokes becoming more urgent, and with a final, low moan, he comes, his cock pulsing, his body shuddering with the force of his orgasm.

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