Beating the Meat, 2038 Style

Alone in the stark, fluorescent light of a cheap motel room, a lonesome figure contorts his face in ecstasy. His fist pumps furiously, his cock a red, angry beast in his grip. The sound of his hand meeting his flesh echoes in the empty room. His hips jerk forward, chasing the pleasure that builds in his balls. With a final, desperate grasp, he comes undone, his release coating his hand and the grimy carpet below.

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