Surrender to the Syncopated Rhythm of Flesh

The night is humid, the air thick with anticipation. Ken's body gleams with sweat, his breath ragged as he grinds against the sheets. His cock, hard and leaking, slides against his stomach, leaving a trail of slickness. The room is filled with the sound of his rapid, hungry breaths and the wet, slapping noises of his hand working his dick. He's close, so close, his body tensing, his mouth open in a silent scream. Then, with a final, shuddering groan, he comes, his cock pulsing as he paints the sheets with his hot, sticky seed.

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