Pete's Cumshot Soliloquy

Pete finds solace in solitude, his hand a steady companion as he strokes himself to the brink of oblivion. The room is dim, the air thick with the scent of his arousal. His cock, engorged and veiny, disappears into his tight fist, his rhythm steady, his gaze locked on the scene of his fantasies. His balls draw up, a wave of heat washing over him as he spills his seed, his body trembling with the force of his release.

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