Job Well Done: Hand Pleasure

With a quick glance around, he locks the door, ensuring privacy. His job done for the day, he allows himself this moment of indulgence. Sitting on the edge of the bed, he begins to stroke his growing erection. His hand, calloused from work, provides a rough, pleasurable friction. His breath deepens, chest rising and falling in rhythm with his strokes. His grip is firm, purposeful, knowing exactly what he needs to bring himself to that blissful edge.

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