His Hidden Ecstasy

The room pulsates with the rhythm of Jagger's heart as he loses himself in his own world. His hands roam, pinching and squeezing his nipples, before moving down to grip his cock tightly. He works it with fervor, his hips bucking off the chair, seeking more friction. His breath comes in ragged gasps, his moans filling the room as he edges closer to release. With a final, guttural groan, he comes undone, his body convulsing as he paints his abs with thick, white ropes of cum.

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