Mikhail's solo indulgence

Mihail, a man of quiet intensity, retreats to his dimly lit room, the scent of leather and musk filling the air. He unbuttons his shirt, revealing a chiseled torso, and sits back, his hand slowly stroking his hardening cock through his jeans. His eyes close, imagining unseen delights, as he unzips, his thick, veiny shaft springing free. He grips it, his hand moving in steady, rhythmic motions, his breath deepening. His other hand reaches down, cupping his heavy balls, massaging them gently. The room fills with the sound of his pleasure, his body tensing as he nears his climax, his hand moving faster, until he groans, his cock pulsing, hot cum spilling over his fist.

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