Unsheathing Solitude

In the quiet of his room, Kingcunt's solo artist takes center stage, his cock pulsating with anticipation. He grips it firmly, his hand gliding up and down the length, feeling every vein, every ridge. His breathing deepens as he picks up the pace, the pleasure building, his grip tightening. The room fills with the wet sounds of his hand working his flesh, the scent of his pre-cum heavy in the air. He groans, his body tensing as he nears the edge, his cock throbbing in his hand before he finally lets go, painting his chest with hot, thick ropes of cum.

• jerking
• wanking
• soloboy

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