Ken's Solo Boy Indulgence

Ken, the insatiable exhibitionist, finds solace in his private sanctuary, the dimly lit, warmly scented boudoir. He sheds his casual attire, revealing a lean, taut body, glistening with anticipation. His hand, strong and sure, wraps around his stiffening cock, a low groan echoing through the room. He strokes, his grip firm yet gentle, his pace steady, building a rhythm that's uniquely his. His free hand roams, tweaking nipples, caressing his balls, a symphony of sensation. His body tenses, his breath hitches, and with a final, fierce stroke, he spills, his essence coating his hand, a testament to his solo pleasure.

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