The Power of a Single Palm

Behind the locked office door, the authoritative boss sheds his suit, revealing a chiseled, tattooed physique. He paces, his thick, uncut cock swaying, before settling into his leather chair. His hand, strong from years of command, wraps around his length, stroking slowly. He leans back, eyes closed, lost in the sensation of his calloused palm against his sensitive skin. His breathing deepens, his grip tightens, and he fucks his hand with increasing urgency, until his body tenses and he releases, hot cum spilling over his fingers.

• boss
• soloboy

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